More songs by The Wombats
Description
Main Artist: The Wombats
Lyrics and translation
Original
Your body is a weapon of love and it makes me wanna cry.
My body is a temple of doom, doomed not to be by your side.
Your body is a weapon of love and it makes me wanna cry.
My body is a temple of doom, doomed not to be by your side.
Sometimes it likes to go to town.
Where flashy people flash around.
It's a scorching affair.
You can taste the sense of scare.
Your body is a weapon of love and it makes me wanna cry.
My body is a temple of doom, doomed not to be by your side.
Someone protect me from the one I love.
Someone protect me from the one I love.
Someone protect me from the one I love.
Someone protect me from the one I love.
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why.
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why.
Your body is a weapon of love and it makes me wanna cry.
My body is a temple of doom, doomed not to be by your side.
I like control but I do it around.
This freelance workin' it pays like hell.
But I get to places warm and true.
Who needs a friend when I've got you?
I don't,
I don't,
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't,
I don't, I don't, I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't
English translation
Your body is a weapon of love and it makes me wanna cry.
My body is a temple of doom, doomed not to be by your side.
Your body is a weapon of love and it makes me wanna cry.
My body is a temple of doom, doomed not to be by your side.
Sometimes it likes to go to town.
Where flashy people flash around.
It's a scorching affair.
You can taste the sense of scare.
Your body is a weapon of love and it makes me wanna cry.
My body is a temple of doom, doomed not to be by your side.
Someone protect me from the one I love.
Someone protect me from the one I love.
Someone protect me from the one I love.
Someone protect me from the one I love.
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why.
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why.
Your body is a weapon of love and it makes me wanna cry.
My body is a temple of doom, doomed not to be by your side.
I like control but I do it around.
This freelance workin' it pays like hell.
But I get to places warm and true.
Who needs a friend when I've got you?
I don't,
I don't,
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't,
I don't, I don't, I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't,
I don't