- Votes:
- Composers:
- Knopfler
- Mark
 
- Genres:
- 80s
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- classic rock
- dire straits
- guitar
 
- See also:
Dire Straits - Expresso Love lyrics
One, two
 One, two, two
 She gets the sun in the daytime
 Perfume in the dusk
 And she come out in the night time
 With the honeysuckle musk
 Because she smells like a rose
 And she tastes jus' like a peach
 She got me walking where the wildlife goes
 I'd do anything to reach her
 And she was made in Heaven
 Heaven's in the world
 Oh, she was made in Heaven
 Heaven's in the world
 Is this just expresso love?
 You know I'm crazy for the girl
 Just crazy for the girl
 And she called me just to talk
 She's my lover, she's a friend of mine
 She says, "Hey mister you wanna take a walk
 In the wild West End, sometime"
 And I get trouble with my breathing
 But she says, "Boys don't know anything"
 But I know what I want
 Don't want to please
 Yes, I want everything
 'Cos she was made in Heaven
 As Heaven's in the world
 Oh, she was made in Heaven
 Just Heaven's in the world
 Is this just expresso love?
 See I'm crazy for the girl
 Just crazy for the girl
 Dire Straits - Expresso Love - http://motolyrics.com/dire-straits/expresso-love-lyrics.html
 Well I feel so good 'cos I feel so good
 I feel so good 'cos it feels so right
 I was made to go with my girl
 Just like a saxophone
 Was made to go with the night
 She can raise one eyebrow
 Put her hand on my hip
 And I close one eye now
 Sweat on her lip
 Oh and I surrender to the fever
 And I surrender to the weather midnight
 She love me so tender
 I got to believe her love
 But expresso love's alright
 'Cos she was made in Heaven
 And Heaven's in the world
 Oh she was made in Heaven
 Heaven's in the world
 Is this expresso love?
 You know I'm crazy for the girl
 Just crazy for that girl
 Mama Mama
 No and I don't want no sugar in it
 No thank you very very very
 All wired upon it, all fired upon it
 Expresso touch
 Ho, ho!
 Na, na, na
 Hey Maestro, expresso na
 Hey Maestro
 She says "Expresso na"
 Is this another one, just like the other one
 It's just another one, just like the other one
 Oh hey Maestro, expresso














