It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back, you in for cover but you can't escape the second attack. Your soul was innocent, she kissed him and she painted it black, you should have seen your little face, burning for love, holding on for your life. All that I wanted was a little touch, a little tenderness and truth I didn't ask for much, no, talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Miss atomic bomb.