Don’t haunt me, Don’t hurt me
Gather up the lust and soul in your arms
Gather up the pitiful in your arms
What seems impossible In your arms
I think I have had my fill in your arms
I think I should give up the ghost in your arms
Gather up the lust and soul in your arms
Gather up the pitiful in your arms
What seems impossible In your arms
I think I have had my fill in your arms
I think I should give up the ghost in your arms
