Meddle

Sweet rush, taste rough, neat guns, pure fun Time's an illusion, baby. Time for some awful thrills Heart will continue pumping, even through my heels and shoes Though I just realized it, I'm but a simple girl Dreams of Star is born and ready for the fame and jewels Deep cuts, dark eyes, pure snow, my type Careful what you meddle You can touch it. You can taste it. You can feel it Don't get too close Always on my mind, Baby there's no time Always on my mind, Baby there's no time I feel you Careful what you meddle. (Always on my mind, Baby there's no time Always on my mind, Baby there's no time Always on my mind, Baby there's no time Always on my mind, Baby there's no time) You can touch it. You can taste it. You can feel it. You can feel it You can touch it. You can taste it. You can feel it. You can feel it