�I'm a wolf in sheep's clothingIn a witch and a bright cat scentShow me your treasureBeside me make me what you loveShe said, she saidShe said, she saidI'm all goodBest that she ever seenShe's so cool and she's so dumbIt's got a grip on meBut you can't halt, you can't put downSetting up your heart's desiresJust like in the moviesWe are the untouchablesThe gangsters are back in townHappy clowns painted over the frontsBlackened walls and their taste of timeSinging yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoaI found a picture of youRed boots, seven pitchers bluesYou're dragging home the last drink of wineHe said, he saidHe said, he saidHold her, hold herBring back the bluesStrike right up to her doorEverything under controlListen for that crazy soundOf appetites for hurtJust like in the moviesOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohHurry upOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohCan't you hearOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohYeahOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohCan't you hearOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh