Loveliest perfume the smell of fear
Dark man smiled from ear to ear
You want to party before it's too late
But this dancer's not ready to die
Nubile young virgin at home all alone
Ooh what a thrill there's blood on the microphone
This is the stuff of your darkest dreams
I want to hear you scream
Hot heavy breathing on the back of your neck
Somebody's watching from up on the decks
It's enough to bring you out in a cold sweat
But this dance is not ready to die yet