"My Love" lyrics

"My Love"

Satin, satin and velvet
Leather and lipstick
On the one that I love
Cheap gold, necklace of cheap gold
Plastic and rhinestones
On the one that I love

My love acts like a porno star
Talks like a trickster
And tricks like a whore
But my love looks like an icon
And that's what I adore

What I adore
What I adore
What I adore

Vinyl, rubber and vinyl
Viscose and velcro
On the one that I love
Purple week-old mascara
A broken tiara
On the one that I love

My love wakes up on vodka
Beds down on valium
And sleeps on the floor
My love looks beautifully wasted
And that's what I adore

What I adore
What I adore
What I adore
What I adore

My love loves tattoos in biro
Love bites in lager
And long menthol fags
My love smokes like Bette Davis
In short, vicious drags

My love sleeps like an angel
Dreams like a devil
On sheets of velor
My love is a living disaster
But that's
Oh yeah that's
What I adore

What I adore
What I adore
What I adore
What I adore
What I adore
What I adore

What I adore
What I adore
What I adore

I'm not talking about your love
I'm talking about my love
I'm not talking about your love
I'm talking about my love
I'm talking about my true love
I'm not talking about you love
I'm not talking about you love


Writer(s): Sinead O'Connor
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