“No music, no breath.
No freedom. You know the rest.”
“No music, no breath.
No freedom. You know the rest.”
Good music, oh baby, you’ll find in my kiss.
Good music, baby, is juicy and it kicks.
Yes, you know it, you know it all the way.
And in my bed, baby, you have the say.
“No music, no breath.
No freedom. You know the rest.”
“No music, no breath.
No freedom. You know the rest.”
Good music, baby, is in my golden balls.
Good music, baby, is the wonderful.
Yes, I can give it, it’s a honey-lick.
And your pussy has fallen for my prick.
“No music, no breath.
No freedom. You know the rest.”
“No music, no breath.
No freedom. You know the rest.”
I’m wearin’ sunglasses just like that.
You can take off your shoes and walk bare wet.
Yes, you are the person I’m devoted to.
And me I am a poem and a rose just like you.
“No music, no breath.
No freedom. You know the rest.”
“No music, no breath.
No freedom. You know the rest.”
Good music is what I give to you.
Good music is love with you and no taboo.
Darkness of night yearns for the light.
My music is light and love and sweetness and it’s all right.
Yes, that’s why it is orgasm too.
And I know you want an orgy and you’ll get it, that’s for sure.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany