歌词
You strike my side as you search for gold
If it's love you want, you better strike my soul
You want to cause me sweet pain
With your pelting lips and those eyes of shame
Who makes the way?
Tell me right away
Who makes the way?
Tell me right away
Screaming "Murder" at the top of the street
I showed you gold, I swept you off your feet
You want to cause me sweet pain
With your pelting lips and those eyes of shame
Who makes the way?
Tell me right away
Who makes the way?
Oh, won't you? Come on
Tell me right away
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Who makes the way?
Tell me right away
Baby, oh
Who makes the way?
(Oh, won't you? Come on)
Tell me right away