Lyrics

Like a pop ricicle, you crush me with your little toe
the power is in your hands, yes the power is in your hands
Play my fiddle with your big bow, you have a strength that you'll never know
The power is in your hands, yes the power is in your hands
And the whole damn thing is making me sick
If this is love, i dont want it

Let go, let me go
Its always your way and your ways the best way around
Let go you gotta let me go
But your making me stay here when my heart is going to ground
I gotta turn it around

Your loves a suit of armour, it stops me getting further
Yes the power is in your hands, yes the power is in your hands
All I want is a green light, but you'rs keeping it out of sight
The power is in your hands, yes the powere is in your hands
And the whole damn thing is making me sick
If this is love, I dont want it !!