(a farriss & m hutchence)

Well you know just what you do to me
The way you move soft and slippery
Cut the night just like a razor
Rarely talk and that?s the danger
It?s the one thing
You are my thing

You know your voice is a love song
It?s a catcall from the past
There?s no ice in your lover?s walk
You don?t look twice ?cause you move so fast

You?ve got a dozen men behind you
You?ve got dead flowers on the floor
You?re too pretty in the daylight
It keeps them coming back for more