When I first met you on the roof, You cought me in your web of youth, But now I know the wicked truth, It's much to late so what's the use in fighting?
You peel me like an onion skin, And wonder at the state I'm in, One day you'll turn up to begin, And find there's nothing left but innuendo.. (innuendo)
Beside you others fade away, Like amateurs in love's charade, Much more than just a game you play, The secertain rules become a way of living.. (way of living)
Night after night I try to prove That I can resist you Tied up inside your love voodoo Designed to manipulate
The queen of sensuality, You shelter me from liberty, It's nothing short of piracy, That's not to say it doesn't please me sometimes.
Now this may come as no surprise, But I'm content to compromise, Until the day you realize, That I have been manipulating you.. (no surprise, no surprise) (man-ipu-lat-ing)
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(yes, I'm tied up inside your loving But it's voodoo to me Everynight how I try How I try to resist you But it's no good to me)
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