Skin Deep

Beauty is skin deep
 My blood is hot, I can't sleep
 You trace your hand across my skin
 Your eyes are burning black as sin
 You look like an angel
 You come in from the night
 That cigar tastes like caviar
 Dip it in the honey jar
 You got me, babe
 Well I got you
 Pull me closer, take me in
 Taste the sweat on your skin
 Wind blowing through your hair
 Ghosts are with us, but we don't care
 You look like an angel
 As you come in from the night
 End of the '90s and nothing can stop us
 They sang Pink in The Oval Office
 You got me, babe
 Well I got you
 Ain't got no money
 Ain't got a clue
 You look like an angel
 As you come in from the night
 Your eyes on fire
 Your skin so tight
 Back in the '60s the Stones used candy
 They're still rocking, we're still standing
 You got me, babe
 Well I got you
 Ain't got no money
 Ain't got a clue
 Well I got you