Stainless Steel

I want you
I've thought it through
And all the things you do

You make me feel like stainless steel
Pure and clean and so real

Does the sun watch you grow?
I don't think so
It laughs at you when your back is turned
And goes "Burn burn burn"

Subscribe to joy
Describe the joy
Proscribe the joy

They report you are bad for me
And I should let go
Plenty of other drugs in the sea
But not for me

Light me
I glow
I burn
I burn burn burn

I knock on wood
But I don't do what I should
I'm consuming my life and it tastes so good

Nerissa Nields © 1996 Peter Quince Publishing, ASCAP

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