Well tonight, out on the streets, I'm gonna follow you,
To tell you all about a scene that you would kill for.
You're gonna love what's burning right in front of you,
But you won't see it by the light of the sun.
Come out, Tigerlily, you're caressing me.
I'll take you up, I'll turn you on, I'll take your apathy.
I wouldn't lie to you, blossom, won't you let it go
I'm gonna give you all want, and don't you know...
That you, I know you better than this
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I'll make you top of the list,
And in the crush of the dark,
I'll be your light in the mist:
I can see you burning with desire for a kiss,
???? upon your lips.
Well, they can say that all they want, but you cannot agree.
I don't like the taste of demorality.
You'll find your bread and your butter where you fake it
And put your face in the gutter of a snake pit.
But our communication is telepathy,
And what you give is what you get out of us, naturally.
Now if you wait 'till the shadow falls long,
And turn the page of a story that has long since gone.
But you, I know you better than this
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I'll make you top of the list,
And in the crush of the dark,
I'll be your light in the mist:
I can see you burning with desire for a kiss,
???? upon your lips
(Have you ever felt like you're being followed?
Or watched the ones that held your stare?
Turned around to see who's behind you, to find there's no-one there?
But, lurking in the dark, is someone who breathes you night and day;
There's a friend who wants so much more,
And if they can't have you, they'll never let you walk away...)
And in the crush of the dark, I'll be your light in the mist:
I can see you burning with desire for a kiss -
And in the crush of the dark, I'll be your light in the mist:
I can see you burning with desire for a kiss,
???? upon you lips.