歌词
Holding my hands, staring at me so high
You come to me and your gaze is a bite
Talkin' or spankin', how will we spend this night?
Full of red wine we're starting a fight
Southern law
Fighting hard
You lay me down, sweet to the ground
At your command, bowin' into your hand
I see your eyes, there's a fire inside
Give me the wine and come to the fight
Fighting hard
Southern law
Fighting hard
Southern law