Untouchable

Untouchable
If you were an angel, I would cut off your wings
To keep you with me, I would do anything
Like broken bottles, that slip from druken hands
I've watched my star falling, and shatter on the ground
First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands
Oh yeah, I think I understand
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Untouchable, if I'm not fit
To even crawl, if I'm too sick
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable

I blew my chances, as you blowdried your hair
I thought of my answers, as you walked down the stairs
D'you think I'd defile you, if you were to close?
D'you think I'd infect you?
D'you think I'd give you a dose?
First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands
Oh yeah, I think I understand
* repeat
I'll drink until my skin is full, and I will feel untouchable
* repeat
* repeat
Untouchable... Untouchable