When I first met you on the roof
You caught me with your web of youth
But now I know the wicked [bad word] It’s much too late so what’s the use in fighting?
You peel me like an onion skin
And wonder at the state I’m in
One day you’ll turn up to begin
And find there’s nothing left but innuendo
Beside you others fade away
Like armatures in love charade
Much more than just a game you play
These subtle moves [bad word] a way of living
Night after night I try to prove
That I can resist you
Tied up inside you’re love voodoo
Designed to manipulate
The queen of sensuality
You shelter me from liberty
It’s nothing short of piracy
That’s not to say it doesn’t please me sometimes
Now this [bad word] as no surprise
But I’m content [bad word] Until the day you realize
That I have been manipulating you, manipulating
Night after night I try to prove
That I can resist you
Tied up inside you’re love voodoo
Designed to manipulate
Night, after night, after night, after night
After night, after night, I can resist you
Tied up inside your love voodoo
Designed to manipulate
Night after night I try to prove
That I can resist you
Tied up inside you’re love voodoo
Designed to manipulate