You better take it from me,
that boy is like a disease.
You're running and trying, and trying to hide and you're wonderin' why you can't get free.
He's like a curse, he's like a drug.
You'll get addicted to his love.
You wanna get out, but he's holdin' you down,
'cause you can't live without one more touch.
He's a good time cowboy casanova,
leanin' up against the record machine.
He looks like a cool drink of water,
but he's candy-coated misery.
He's the Devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes, and