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Texty: John Hiatt. Master Series. Something Wild.


Sometimes I dont even move a muscle

Baby when you lie awake at night

I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles

Girl, you know sometimes I dont think right



I hear voices in the hall

I wake up and its nothing at all

A hungry wolf, or an agry child



Or something wild

Something wild

Something wild- tell me love is

Something wild- tell me love is



Its not as if we could think that things were one way

And they would all just be that way right now

When I was a kid I thought that someday

I could tame this lion heart, some way, somehow



Now Im hungry for the love

That doesnt know what its dreamin' of

Raging for the meek and mild



Like something wild

Something wild

Something wild- tell me love is

Something wild- tell me love is



Theres a hole where the wind blows through

And some curtains hung

But I cant hid a thing from you

You know where I come from



Well I tried getting there under my own steam

'Til my very last chance was shot

Now you're under my skin like a submarine

I can feel you in my veins running hot



Now if its more than a new pair of jeans, a new car, some pocket money

And a place to go

Then we better get up and scream at the top of our lungs like it

Was gonna die if we didnt make it so



I hear voices in the hall

I wake up and it's nothing at all

An angry wolf, or a hungry child



Or something wild

Something wild

Something wild- tell me love is

Something wild- tell me love is

Something wild

Something wild

Something wild