Testo di The Witching Hour

Don't try to hide it, I can read you like a book I know your kind of girl I can tell just by the way you look So sweet and innocent but you're filthy inside out I know you want it too Gonna have my wicked ways with you I want your love, come feel my body I can't get enough I need your touch, come closer to me Come on, come on, come on In the witching hour, I'm burning like a funeral pyre Feel the power, in the dead of the night I'm feeding on your love You screams of pleasure and Your make-up smothered face You're nothing but a whore with your body on display Not sweet or innocent but filthy inside out Say that you want it too Gonna love you black and blue