take control over little old me
close out the lights so I can't see,
just keep painting pictures on the wall.
Mmm. Lose the grip on my little black chain,
use those eyes to infect my brain.
Take me to fly until I'm afraid to fall,
no,no,no,no.
no where to run and nowhere to hide,
no way to smile, tell myself to play pretend for a little while, down on all fours wishing i could fall.
Your lipstick on the glass.
Gave me a heart attack.
Here we go, here we go again,
got my hands up and i'm saying when,
i'm your mark, you're a crazy fighter plane
. Up and up, low and high.
You sort of laugh, you sort of cry.
Taking me down, down, down,
kamikaze love affair.
Your lipstick on the glass.
Gave me a heart attack.
Your lipstick on the glass.
Gave me a heart attack. x1