Текстове на песни: Motley Crue. Saints of Los Angeles. This Ain't A Love Song.

I met her down at Marylin's grave
Lookin' like an S 'n' M slave
Drinkin' like a fool
With a prison tattoo on her cheek

Well, I knew that we would never last
'Cuz we were runnin' from our criminal past
But none of that mattered
I was high, she was flattered by me

I had one or two gram lines
To get inside her head
There's no need for roses
I just laid her down in bed

This ain't a love song
This is a fuck song
Don't have to sing along
This ain't a love song
It's just a fuck song, yeah, ooh

She didn't wanna look in my eyes
As we barreled down Beverly Drive
Lookin' for a place
To suck her little face and get high

Suzy didn't call it love
She was good just givin' it up
All she really wanted
Was a little rock 'n' roll that night

She said turn it up so fucking loud
That I can't hear my mind
She bit down on the bedpost
And I watched Suzy grind

This ain't a love song
This is a fuck song
Don't have to sing along
This ain't a love song
It's just a fuck song
Let's do it all night long, yeah, wow

I had one or two gram lines
To get inside her head
There's no need for roses
I just laid her down in bed

This ain't a love song
This is a fuck song
Don't have to sing along
This ain't a love song
It's just a fuck song
Let's do it all night long, yeah, ooh, yeah, wow