Oh my God   You have that look in your eyes      An all-too-familiar gaze   I never expected this from you   The sound of your voice was too sweet   And I knew I smelled your breath   But you had me baby, hook, line, and sinker   And I gave you the first of me      I was pure and you were martyr   You shoot the innocent      It was nice to know you taught me   How to tango in the armoury      You were locked and loaded   I was not ready for war