Dangerous Love - Racer X, Paul Gilbert

Her skin silken torcher

Eyes sharp and mean

Moves like a cat

Waitin' to sink in her teeth

Glides through nighttime crowds

She’s on the midnight prowl

Dangerous Love

Don’t touch, she’s on your heels

Dangerous Love

What she got, well it ain’t real

She lives off emotion

Thrives on defeat

Hungers for passion

Look out it’s time she feeds

Cuts you down to size

A walking suicide

Dangerous Love

Don’t touch, she’s on your heels

Dangerous Love

What she got, well it ain’t real

Whispers of light move away

Ties you all up you’ve nothing to say

Glides through nighttime crowds

She’s on a midnight prowl

Dangerous Love

Don’t touch, she’s on your heels

Dangerous Love

What she got, well it ain’t real

Dangerous Love

Look out, she’s on your heels

Dangerous Love

Don’t you touch, she’s not for real

Dangerous Love

Don’t touch, she’s on your heels

Dangerous Love