Red کے بول

I've read it all, it's black and white The spectrum made a shade I like. The crimson rays are ruby bright Technicolor light. Red! I want red, there's no substitute for red. Red! Paint it red, green ain't mean compared to red. You don't know what it does to me, My crimson intensity I'm haunted by the mystery, The mystey of red. Red knocks 'em dead, Some like it hot, I like it read. Red is my lover, got it covered Red is my number, sure as a coma Red is my drummer, and I hear red thunder Move over brother, Red's a motherfu...(cker) (Red! Red!) Thats' what I said... (Red! Red!) Come on to bed (Red! Red!) Gimme' that expensive spread..