Page 628 of Rock Me All Night
I know every single place that
you want my lips
baby, I know this hurts
but it could hurt worse
fallin' head over heels
baby, that's a curse
Iknowhow to lock you out
no screams, no lies
the anguished frown as I convince
you not to try
baby, I know this hurts
but it could hurt worse
fallin' head over heels
baby, that's a curse
Iknowhow to make you leave
can't let you stay
but do I believe myself when I beg you
to run away?
baby, I know this hurts
but it could hurt worse
fallin' head over heels
baby, that's a curse
Miles sings them with that gorgeous tortured voice of his. He never phones it in. Not even on the tenth or twentieth reading of a line. Every word flows from his lips with a wealth of passion.
After an hour, I give up on my work and listen to them piece together the song. Pete plays a few bars of piano. Miles sings. They go back and forth for a while then put it together.
"That's the chorus. That's it," Miles says.
"No. More like—" Pete sings.
baby, I know this hurts
but it could hurt worse
fallin' head over heels
baby, that's a curse
