Scandalous Faithless

Hey
She's wicked, delightful, bright and spiteful
Not to be trifled with mid-cycle, hm
She may be slight but she can be frightful
Known to fire lovers in a quiet disciple
Sight of her full thighs eyes makes my blood pound 'round
And I can't hear nothing but the rushing sound
Face down, stiletto on the crown of my head
Bound tight to an idea that drags me down
And I might never be found in sight of sense again
The phone ring and I have no defense again
Intense to end all intensity
My propensity may be the death of me
You see

Propensity may be the death of me
You see

Hey
I'm in love with another man's woman
Cancerous what I'm doing
Didn't plan for this, never before felt so amorous
Or frightened of people with cameras
Anybody who stands with us will be damned with us
Head stuck in the sand with us
Others abandon us, even friends telling me
I will never be believed again
And what's scandalous
Not a trace of remorse, even then
Even when all my floors are exposed
Still [?] shed clothes on the floor again
And again, and again...