heart I hear you whisper in the dark. And when you touch me, I just come apart. I feel the fever in your hands. We feel things, we don't even understand It's primitive. You got me, oh. It's primitive
Primitive. Yeah, that's how I feel. When I look in your eyes,. I feel primitive. Uncivilized. Like something. From out of the heart of the jungle,. Uncivilized. Foolish mind. Believing that
. I hear you whisper in the dark. And when you touch me I just come apart. I feel the fever in your hands. We feel things we don't even understand. It's primitive. You got me. Oh. It's primitive
. I hear you whisper in the dark. And when you touch me I just come apart. I feel the fever in your hands. We feel things we don't even understand. It's primitive. You got me. Oh. It's primitive
. I hear you whisper in the dark. And when you touch me I just come apart. I feel the fever in your hands. We feel things we don't even understand. It's primitive. You got me. Oh. It's primitive
The jewel, the prize. Looking into your eyes. Cool pools drown your mind. What else will you find? I hear a rumor. It was just a rumor. I heard a rumor. What have you done to her? Myriad lights
The jewel, the prize. Looking into your eyes. Cool pools drown your mind. What else will you find? I hear a rumor. It was just a rumor. I heard a rumor. What have you done to her? Myriad lights
. And we are not alone. . Mystic rhythms. Capture my thoughts. Carry them away. Mysteries of night escape the light of day. Mystic rhythms. Under northern lights. Or the African sun. Primitive
got the hunger. Drivin' you on. To your one desire. Never deny your heart. The need to be satisfied Still you feel the hunger. Theprimitive rite. Of a restless breed. Surrendering all your life
You run, run, runaway. It's your heart that you betray. Feeding on your hungry eyes. I bet you're not so civilized Well isn't love primitive?. A wild gift that you wanna give. Break out of
waxing and waning. As primitive girls. You can stir the embers of the Lucy. Inside of my soul Now I'm going back. Past that marmalade sky. 'Cause you've got my waxing and waning. As primitive girls
