If words can hurt and looks could kill
Put me up then fire at will
Fire at will
Well we both get burned
Hurt and rejection take it in turns
If words can fail impressions kill
Hold me up then fire at will
Fire at will
Aim to get burned
From promise to compromise
And still haven't learned
If words can wound and fashion kill
Set me up then fire at will
Fire at will
There's third degree burns
Always something for which to yearn
Words can sharpen voices still
Take me up then fire at will
I know you will
Fire at will