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Tekster: Whitesnake. Saints & Sinners. Young Blood.

If you feel the rollin' thunder
An' your eyes see lightnin' strike
Don't be afraid to call on me
I'll bring you shelter from the night

When the wind is howlin', I'll hold you near
An' soothe your troubled mind
With a little bit of this an' a little bit of that
I'll make you leave all your worries behind

Don't try to hold on to what you got, uh
'Cause I got what you need
Don't try to hold on for anyone
Come on, give it to me, oo

Young blood, you're hot property, young blood
Young blood, you're hot property, young blood
Young blood

When you're burnin' hot with fever
An' you shake down to your bones
Don't get yourself into a cold sweat
It's just your bad blood throwin' stones

The Devil has got your number
He wants you hangin' on a line
But, before the night is over, baby
I'm gonna make you mine

Don't try to hold on to what you got, uh
'Cause I got what you need
Don't try to hold on for anyone
Come on, give it to me
I'll make you run for your

Young blood, you're hot property, young blood
Young blood, you're hot property, young blood

I'm comin' to get you
Don't try to stop me, baby

Don't try to hold on to what you got
'Cause I've got what you need
Don't try to hold on for anyone
Come on, give it to me

Young blood, you're hot property, young blood
Young blood, you're hot property, young blood
Young blood, you're hot property, young blood
Young blood, you're hot property, young blood
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Young blood, you're hot property, young blood

I'm gonna make you mine