Your eyes, like daggers, burn through his skin You're so cold master, where do I begin? Your face like porcelain And his heart string Oh so thin Your eyes, like daggers, burn through his skin You're so cold master, where do I begin? She's a wild one She's a wild one next to me She's a wild one She's a wild one in the land that's supposedly free Supposedly me Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Hoo-hoo-hoo She's a wild one She's a wild one next to me She's a wild one She's a wild one in the land that's supposedly free Supposedly me Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Hoo-hoo-hoo