The Rolling Stones
Heaven
The smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised
The smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised

Kissing and running, kissing and running away
Kissing and running, kissing and running away
Senses be praised
Senses be praised

You're my saving grace, saving grace
Nothing will harm you and nothing will stand in your way
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing will stop you and nothing will stand in your way

No one will harm you, no one will stand in your way
No one will bar you, nothing will stand in your way
Nothing, there's nothing