(Stuart Emerson)



I'm a run away freight train

Headin' on down your track

I'm the eye of a hurricane

Shooting daggers in your back

I'm the howl at the window

The sound of a crackling flame

Getting uncontrollable

And the lines about to break



Nine times out of ten

I get what I want

I always want more

Gonna get what I'm looking for



Be my sexual, be my sexual device

Be my sexual, be my sexual device



I'm a tiger in a bedroom

A mist in the air night

Inconceivable

An oasis in the fire

A shock on the airwaves

A fighter with a hungrey heart

I'm incureble

A new sensation

No reservations



This time I win

This time you loose

I still want more

Give me what I'm looking for



Be my sexual, be my sexual device

Be my sexual, be my sexual device