(Stuart Emerson)
I'm a run away freight train
Headin' on down your track
I'm the eye of a hurricane
Shooting daggers in your back
I'm the howl at the window
The sound of a crackling flame
Getting uncontrollable
And the lines about to break
Nine times out of ten
I get what I want
I always want more
Gonna get what I'm looking for
Be my sexual, be my sexual device
Be my sexual, be my sexual device
I'm a tiger in a bedroom
A mist in the air night
Inconceivable
An oasis in the fire
A shock on the airwaves
A fighter with a hungrey heart
I'm incureble
A new sensation
No reservations
This time I win
This time you loose
I still want more
Give me what I'm looking for
Be my sexual, be my sexual device
Be my sexual, be my sexual device
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