Duran Duran

When I first met you on the roof
You cought me in your web of youth
But now I know the wicked truth
It's much to late so what's the use in fighting?
You peel me like an onion skin
And wonder at the state I'm in
One day you'll turn up to begin
And find there's nothing left but innuendo
Beside you others fade away
Like Amateurs in love's charade
Much more than just a game you play
These certain rules become a way of living
Night after night I try to prove
That I can resist you
Tied up inside your Love Voodoo
Designed to Manipulate
The Queen of sensuality
You shelter me from Liberty
It's nothing short of Piracy
That's not to say it doesn't please me sometimes.
Now this may come as no surprise
But I'm content to compromise