Just listen to this
You know what I miss
That tender touch
So precious

After dark my sweet, you know what they say
Angel's wash their faces
Out making a mess, celebrating trash
In an orgy of excess -
A little knowledge Is still, a dangerous thing
It's a threatening thrill -
Kiss me quick, the smell of honey
Makes me sick -

A sweet sickness, a sweet sickness
Comes over me
I'm looking for something I want
It's too late to stop now!
A sweet sickness, a sweet sickness
Comes over me
I'm looking for something I want

I know a little doll
With real eyes
Full of passion
That tell no lies

Let's blow it all up, and start again
This center of attentlon
Came panting and running, the little death
Finally stopped coming
What's obvious is true. face to face
I know you
Once around the bend and straight on thru
This could be the end

I'm looking for something I want
I'm looking for something I want
I'm looking for something I want
I'm looking for something I want
I'm looking for something I want
I'm looking for something I want
I'm looking for something I want
I'm looking for something I want