Twenty-four hours of the day, youre
On my traiI and I cant get away
I cant shake you off. youre a woIf
On the prowI
You got my scent and I can hear
No where to run. no where to hide.
No where to go
No where to run to. no where to hide
This hurt inside
Hot for Iove
When the sun goes down, I can feeI
TiII the sun comes up, when youve
Got me worn deadbeat
I said Im aII burned out, Im a
But there you go again with your hot
Breath on my neck.