Touch, you can touch, not too much, just enough
I’m in love with the myth of who made you
Cut you can cut, you can show me your blood
Let me taste it to see who made you
So strung up, so strung up, yeah you’re gonna get stuck
There’s gonna be no one left to save you
So, you think I could ever hurt you now?
No, you think I could ever hurt you, how?
Now, I’m gonna hold you close
Now, I’m gonna love you the most
So, you think I could ever hurt you now?
No, you think I could ever hurt you, how?
Now, I’m gonna hold you close
Now, I’m gonna love you the most