Well you make me start,

you give me the chills
that's why I hide
'cause every time in your presence
the engines start to run.

You're not a crime to look at
but it's a job not done
and I would rather curse you
than getting me out of sight.

Your eyes however talk to me
and I start to feel trapped
a tiger in his golden cage
the ocean and the tide

well then don't make it start right now
you know it will get bad.
you know you can't resist me
my truth is your last bite.

Don't start me,
let me advice you

'cause when it starts


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