Stockholm Syndrome

Trapped in a room We’re still alive When you looked at me I saw in your eyes You got me weak I’m starting to wonder I was down on the ground But you picked me up Put a gun at my head But I didn’t make a sound I felt your touch A beautiful thunder I think I’m falling for you I know that is wrong I’m loosing my mind Got the Stockholm Syndrome I think I like it God damn it I like it I’m falling for you I know that is wrong I’m loosing my mind Got the Stockholm Syndrome I think I like it God damn it I like it I’m falling for you Look at me and look at you Baby I am just a fool What will happen in this room When we’re breaking all the rules N I can feel it when your skin is on my skin, on my skin, on my skin Down on the ground You laid there with me Dropped the gun far away Then you set me free Oh, baby just come with me I think I’m falling for you I know that is wrong I’m loosing my mind Got the Stockholm Syndrome I think I like it God damn it I like it I think I’m falling for you I know that is wrong I’m loosing my mind Got the Stockholm Syndrome I think I like it God damn it I like it