It’s like you’re always there in the corners of my mind.
I see a silhouette every time I close my eyes.
There must be poison in those finger tips of yours,
Cause I keep comin’ back again for more.
It’s like you’re always there in the corners of my mind.
I see a silhouette every time I close my eyes.
There must be poison in those finger tips of yours,
Cause I keep comin’ back again for more.