Lletres: Everly. Scheming Stars.

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 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

Love, tell me what metal are you made
Well you must be from some scheming star