Love, what metal are you made of? You must be from some scheming star Love, your 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 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 of? Well you must be from some scheming star