Your cruel, device
Your blood, like ice
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
(Alice Cooper-Poison)