The Witching Hour
Andreas Eriksson / Daniel Drottson / Dawson
Don't try to hide it, I can read you like a book
I know your kind of girl
I can tell just by the way you look
So sweet and innocent but you're filthy inside out
I know you want it too
Gonna have my wicked ways with you
I want your love, come feel my body
I can't get enough
I need your touch, come closer to me
Come on, come on, come on
In the witching hour, I'm burning like a funeral pyre
Feel the power, in the dead of the night
I'm feeding on your love
You screams of pleasure and
Your make-up smothered face
You're nothing but a whore with your body on display
Not sweet or innocent but filthy inside out
Say that you want it too
Gonna love you black and blue