I Like The Touch And The Smell

I Like The Touch And The Smell Of All The Pretty Dresses You Wear.

Once The Flames Begin To Catch The Wind Will Blow It Higher, Oh Biko, Biko.

Whenever We Defend Democracy We Find Oil.

I Come To You Defenses Down With The Trust Of A Child.

Letting Go, It's So Hard The Way It's Hurting Now To Get This Love Untied So Tough To Stay With This Thing 'cos If I Follow Through I Face What I Denied I'll Get Those Hooks Out Of Me And I'll Take Out The Hooks That I Sunk Deep In Your Side Kill That Fear Of Emptiness, That Loneliness I Hide.