On the way, on the way down to destruction
There are places where I find my rest
Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions
Your arms are the place I like the best
I cannot lie to your face
Your lips your skin, your face, your hips
Or your waist
I do not dare to journey there
When I do, I find no means of instinct
On the way, on the way down to destruction
There are places where I find my rest
Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions
Your arms are the place I like the best
I have tried to run away
But I am so unhappy when I'm alone
So here we lie, another night
I am a fool when I walk back to your door
On the way, on the way down to destruction
There are places where I find my rest
Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions
Your arms are the place I like the best
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