Testo di Blood On the Microphone

Loveliest perfume the smell of fear Dark man smiled from ear to ear You want to party before it's too late But this dancer's not ready to die Nubile young virgin at home all alone Ooh 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 your neck Somebody's watching from up on the decks It's enough to bring you out in a cold sweat But this dance is not ready to die yet