Love, what metal are you made of?   You must be from some scheming star   Love, you're wicked and heavenly   You set me free   Then you lock the door   I can't go back   and I can't go forward   You got me wrapped around your finger   Tie a a rope around me   Ready, aim, and pull the trigger   Love, you push me and say I've fallen   It's your fault really   If I'm a fool   This train don't stop and it don't go nowhere   You got me wrapped around your finger   You wrote the song and you made me the singer      {Instrumental}      Love, tell me what metal are you made of?   Well you must be from some scheming star