Burning with emotion, in the night.
On a roller coaster, holding tight.
If Looks Could Kill, the dagger’s in your eyes…
Seeing with devotion, in the skies. Cradle an emotion, in your eyes. Rides on roads, I’d rather crawl or die.
Free to run away, revenge or revolution. You’ve got to breathe. You got to get away. Going under cover. The truth between the lies.
Shimmy with a glimmer, burning bright. Wearing cheap sunglasses, in the night.
If Looks Could Kill, the dagger’s in your eyes…
Free to run away, revenge or revolution. You’ve got to breathe. You got to get away. Going under cover. The truth between the lies.
Going under cover. The truth between the lies. The truth between the lies…
Raise up your hands.
Raise up your hands.
Raise up your hands.
Raise your hands, You beautiful thing.
Raise up your hands.
Raise up your hands.
Raise up your hands.
Raise your hands, You beautiful thing.