Laying on the road, Waiting to be crushed That is how you used to Hunger for my touch Dance, little devil - Dance. Grasping to my flesh Like hanging from a rope That is how we used to Give each other hope. Dance, little devil - Dance.
Laying on the road, Waiting to be crushed That is how you used to Hunger for my touch Dance, little devil - Dance. Grasping to my flesh Like hanging from a rope That is how we used to Give each other hope. Dance, little devil - Dance.