| Up in the attic where the skeletons hide | |
| We all live in fear of the door and what's behind | |
| A door you dare not open, 'cause what you'll find | |
| A close encounter of the sexual kind | |
| Love in the shadows, like a smoking gun | |
| Batten down baby, lock all doors, you got the love that I'm coming for | |
| Your hair's so straight, I can make it curl | |
| There's a little bit of bad in every good little girl | |
| Love in the shadows, like a smoking gun | |
| Is it really what you want, one more broken heart, one more lost and lonely | |
| Is it really what you need, another broken heart | |
| When it happens, it'll be magical, I'm not knocking it, here's to the magic | |
| When it happens, it'll be magical, I'm not knocking it, here's to the magic | |
| Pull up the blankets, you won't hear a sound | |
| The pounding's like thunder when it shakes the ground | |
| You got a hunger only I can feed | |
| You try to fight it off but you're in too deep | |
| Love in the shadows, love in the shadows, like a smoking gun | |
| Is it really what you want, one more broken heart, one more lost and lonely | |
| Is it really what you need, another broken heart | |
| When it happens, it'll be magical, I'm not knocking it, here's to the magic | |
| When it happens, it'll be magical, I'm not knocking it, here's to the magic | |
| Heat, flame, embers - it can be magical | |
| Heat, flame, embers - smoking, smoking | |
| Heat, flame, embers - it can be magical | |
| Heat, flame, embers - smoking, smoking | |
| Fire keeps burning up, fire keeps burning | |
| When it happens, it'll be magical, I'm not knocking it, here's to the magic | |
| When it happens, it'll be magical, I'm not knocking it, here's to the magic | |
| (repeats out...) |