I Can Think Of Anything As Hard As Your
Love If Only I Could Understand What It Is
Made Of I Can Think Of Anything As Rough
As Your Love If Only I Could Understand What
It Is Made Of I Trick Myself With
Gasoline The Fire Grows Inside My Skin No Fantasy,
No In-betweens Don′t Tell Me No Lies Finger
On The Trigger By Letting It All Out Bursting
With Desire I Can Deal Without I Can
Think Of Anything As Hard As Your Love If
Only I Could Understand What It Is Made Of
I Can Think Of Anything As Rough As Your
Love If Only I Could Understand What It Is
Made Of Crouching In The Empty Scene I
See Your Face On The Video Screen I'm Your
Slave And You′re My Queen I Picture Ourselves In
A Hollywood Dream Crouching On The Empty Scene
Did I See Your Face On The Video Screen?
I'm A Slave To You, My Queen Imagine Ourselves
In A Hollywood Dream