I knew a feral girl, once upon a time. She grew into a werewolf, that monster was all mine. She was incarcerated, to the inside of my skin. And then I sat and waited, for my nice life to begin.
Gotta get you alone. Gotta get you alone. Gotta get you all on your own. Gotta get you alone. Wanna give you my love. Wanna give you my love. 'Cos all this talk is not enough.
You play your music when I try to sleep. You talk and talk when you're supposed to eat. You bite your finger nails, when you know it makes me mad. And you burst out laughing when you should be sad.
I like a little bit of bad in a good, good man. A little bit of mad can be a whole lotta fun. When you get mean babe, your second to none. Outta 7 billion beings, you are my one.
Is she enchanted with the spell. That babies know and use so well. The inner star, a light, a glow. That draws you in and makes you know. That she never fails, yet never tries.
My thoughts are dark and empty, I'm now crying out loud. Don't know what am I asking for or if an answer can be found. The loneliness is killing, though there's someone in my bed.
It's a passion killer, when you talk and talk about love. A stocking filler, when you want to get the goods. Your lips are moving. But nothing goes in my ears.
There's a place by the woods, up on the hill. Looking over at the liffey. It's hidden away, a secret den just outside Dublin City. A house of sin and debauchery.
The gypsy in me can never be free. Never be wild like the wind. The gypsy in me I keep in a cage. Locked up like a soul that has sinned. Time and again I dream of a life.
I can't survive another night. I'm lost again and can't get to the light. And the bottle is as empty as my mind. And the truth I search is getting hard to find.
Well 5 good men just told me that I was made of gold. Those 5 good men also said they'd leave their wives of old. But what I want and what I need. Is to hear you speak those words to me.