Love, what metal are you made of?
You must be from some scheming star
Love, your wicked and heavenly
You set me free
Then you lock the door
I can't go back
and I can't go forward
You got me wrapped around your finger
Tie a a rope around me
Ready, aim, and pull the trigger
Love, you push me and say I've fallen
It's your fault really
If I'm a fool
This train don't stop and it don't go nowhere
You got me wrapped around your finger
You wrote the song and you made me the singer
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Love, tell me what metal are you made of?
Well you must be from some scheming star
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