By Alice Cooper
Date: 22 February 1998

Poison

Your cruel device.
Your blood like ice.
One look could kill.
My pain, your thrill.
I wanna love you but I better not touch.
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop.
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much.
I wanna taste you but your lips are venemous poison.
You're poison running through my vains.
You're poison.
I don't wanna break these chains.
Your mouth, so hot.
Your web, I'm caught.
Your skin, so wet.
Black lace on sweat.
I hear you calling and its needles and pins.
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.
Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin.
I wanna taste you but your lips are venemous poison.
You're poison running through my veins.
You're poison.
I don't wanna break these chains.