| Song | (Hot Pool Of) Womanneed |
| Artist | The Cramps |
| Album | Date with Elvis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Interior, Rorschach | |
| That happy updraft that wafts me hither. | |
| Spurned by man nor beast. | |
| Draws my love-a-bubblin' in there. | |
| Into that hot pool of | |
| Womanneed. | |
| Like the rud of two sticks wooden. | |
| This Womanneed is old as fire. | |
| The burnin' lure of that kissy puddin's. | |
| The ancient curse of mankinds desire. | |
| Oh Womanneed. | |
| I got the faith. | |
| Oh the power that flows so sweet. | |
| From the tower of salvation. | |
| To that hot pool of | |
| Womanneed. | |
| As Jacob said to | |
| Isaiah. In them biblin' days of yore. | |
| Man that babe is a tomata. | |
| Oh my Lord | |
| I'm longin' for. | |
| Like the funnel of the tornado. | |
| Like the whirlpool of stromy seas. | |
| My head spins to the serenado of that wanton | |
| Womanneed. |
| zuo ci : Interior, Rorschach | |
| That happy updraft that wafts me hither. | |
| Spurned by man nor beast. | |
| Draws my loveabubblin' in there. | |
| Into that hot pool of | |
| Womanneed. | |
| Like the rud of two sticks wooden. | |
| This Womanneed is old as fire. | |
| The burnin' lure of that kissy puddin' s. | |
| The ancient curse of mankinds desire. | |
| Oh Womanneed. | |
| I got the faith. | |
| Oh the power that flows so sweet. | |
| From the tower of salvation. | |
| To that hot pool of | |
| Womanneed. | |
| As Jacob said to | |
| Isaiah. In them biblin' days of yore. | |
| Man that babe is a tomata. | |
| Oh my Lord | |
| I' m longin' for. | |
| Like the funnel of the tornado. | |
| Like the whirlpool of stromy seas. | |
| My head spins to the serenado of that wanton | |
| Womanneed. |
| zuò cí : Interior, Rorschach | |
| That happy updraft that wafts me hither. | |
| Spurned by man nor beast. | |
| Draws my loveabubblin' in there. | |
| Into that hot pool of | |
| Womanneed. | |
| Like the rud of two sticks wooden. | |
| This Womanneed is old as fire. | |
| The burnin' lure of that kissy puddin' s. | |
| The ancient curse of mankinds desire. | |
| Oh Womanneed. | |
| I got the faith. | |
| Oh the power that flows so sweet. | |
| From the tower of salvation. | |
| To that hot pool of | |
| Womanneed. | |
| As Jacob said to | |
| Isaiah. In them biblin' days of yore. | |
| Man that babe is a tomata. | |
| Oh my Lord | |
| I' m longin' for. | |
| Like the funnel of the tornado. | |
| Like the whirlpool of stromy seas. | |
| My head spins to the serenado of that wanton | |
| Womanneed. |