Going through that open door Where pleasure's running wild and sore, I want to find myself a little love, but i find cherubs with big old horns. The plan has failed to kill the love inside my heart. I will not lie to my burning flesh and soul. Do it today, got to do it! Lie to myself, lie to my soul. Love comes like a bright/bad idea, We can't revolt or run away. The hunt is my favorite part, Just like it's the animals instinct to seek a partner. The plan has failed, to kill the love inside my heart. I will not lie to my burning flesh and soul. Do it today, got to do it today! Going through that open door where pleasure is running wild inside my head. I want to find myself a little love, but i find cherubs with big old horns.