Love is a stranger in an open car
to tempt you in and drive you far away.
Ooh, love is a stranger in an open car
to tempt you in and drive you far away.
And I want you, and I want you,
and I want you so, it's an obsession.
And I want you, and I want you,
and I want you so, it's an obsession.
Love is a danger of a different kind
to take you away and leave you far behind.
And love, love, love
is a dangerous drug;
you have to receive it
and you still can't get enough of the stuff.
It's savage and it's cruel,
and it shines like destruction.
Comes in like the flood,
and it seems like religion.
It's noble and it's brutal;
it distorts and deranges.
And it wrenches you up,
and you're left like a zombie.
And I want you, and I want you,
and I want you so, it's an obsession.
It's guiltedged, it's glamourous
and sleek by design.
You know it's jealous by nature,
false and unkind.
It's hard and restrained,
and it's totally cool.
It touches and it teases
as you stumble in the debris.
And I want you, and I want you,
and I want you so, it's an obsession.
And I want you, and I want you,
and I want you so, it's an obsession.
And I want you, and I want you,
and I want you so, it's an obsession.
And I want you, and I want you,
and I want you so, it's an obsession.
And I want you, and I want you,
and I want you so, it's an obsession. |
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