Blood On The Microphone Lyrics

I want to hear you scream

Loveliest perfume
The smell of fear
Darkman smiled from ear to ear
You want to party before it's too late
But this dance is not ready to die yet

Nubile virgin at home all alone
Oo what a thrill there's blood on the microphone This is the stuff of your darkest dreams
I want to hear you scream

Hot, heavy breathing on the back of neck
Somebody's watching from up on the decks
It's enough to bring you out in a cold sweat
But this dancer's not ready to die yet

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