When you're fast asleep honey what do you see?
Is that a stranger or is it still me?
Jilted, sick, and nearly dead,
I feel your soul still in my head.
Now you've got your claws in deep,
Part of you is mine to keep.
What makes you crawl sugar?
What turns you on darlin?'
Are you a skeptic are you a believer?
You're burning up now who gave you the fever?
Jilted, sick, and nearly dead,
I feel your soul still in my head,
Now you've got your claws in deep,
Part of you is mine to keep.
Jilted, sick, and nearly dead,
I feel your soul still in my head.
Now you've got your claws in deep,
Part of you is mine to keep.