Fade To Black
I wonder where you are tonightYou're probably on the rampage somewhereYou have been known to take delightIn gettin' in somebody's hairAnd you, you always had the knackFade to black
I bet you already made a passI see a darkened room somewhereYou run your finger round the rim of his glassRun your fingers through his hairThey scratch across his backFade to black
Well maybe it's all for the bestBut I wish I'd never been lassooedMaybe it's some kind of testBut I wish I'd never been tattooedOr been to hell and backFade to black