Twenty-four hours of the day, youıre
on my trail and I canıt get away
I canıt shake you off. Youıre a wolf
on the prowl
You got my scent and I can hear
you howl
No where to run. No where to hin.
No where to go
No where to run to. No where to hide
this hurt inside
Hot for love
When the sun goes down, I can feel
your heat
Till the sun comes up, when youıve
got me worn deadbeat
I said Iım all burned out, Iım a physical wreck
But there you go again with your hot
breath on my neck
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