DURAN DURAN - Love Voodoo
When I first met you on the roof
You cought me in your web of youth
But now I know the wicked truth
It's much to late so what's the use in fighting?
You peel me like an onion skin
And wonder at the state I'm in
One day you'll turn up to begin
And find there's nothing left but innuendo
Beside you others fade away
Like Amateurs in love's charade
Much more than just a game you play
These certain rules become a way of living
That's not to say it doesn't please me sometimes.