Дикая Любовь

I know I shouldn't be here tonight. Standing on the edge of a knife. You got that look that kills a man. But I'm eating from the palm of your hand. Tastes like smoke, tastes like sin. Tell me, where do I begin? Oxygen is running low. I can't move, I can't go. Locked inside this cage with you. Doing things we shouldn't do. Dangerous love, playing with fire. Fueling the flames of a dark desire. It hurts so good. It burns so sweet. Sweeping me right off my feet. Pull the trigger, let it bang. Bang, bang, bang, let it bang. I'm addicted to the fang. Scratches on the vinyl, static noise. We are broken, we are toys. Fix me with a single touch. Is it too little? Is it too much? I'd sell my soul for One more taste. Nothing here goes to waste.