She Won't Be Tamed

How does it feel to be where I've been
does it leave you satisfied?
Is it short and sweet, quick and pure,
leave you wanting more each time?
Does it leave you dreaming and scratching your head
so you get to scheming, awake in your bed
about how to cage her and keep her well-fed?
You say, "man, I'm gonna make her mine"

But she won't be tamed
No, you can't keep her as a pet
You'll lose at her game
Yeah, she'll be the end of you yet

How does it feel when she's under your skin,
when she blows a kiss your way?
Does it leave you frozen, paralyzed,
nothing you can do or say.
Does she play with your instincts, play with your head,
cross the line between being lovers and friends?
still, you think you can keep her, you dream and pretend,
say "she'll come around any day"

But she won't be tamed
No, you can't keep her as a pet
You'll lose at her game
Yeah, she'll be the end of you yet