Gimme danger, little stranger
And I feel with you at ease
Gimme danger, little stranger
And I'll feel your disease

There's nothing in my dreams
Just some ugly memories
Kiss me like the ocean breeze

Now, if you will be my lover
I will shiver and sing
But if you can't be my master
I will do anything

There's nothing left alive
But a pair of glassy eyes
Raise my feelings one more time

Yeah!

Yeah, find a little stranger, find a little stranger
Yeah, they're gonna feel my hand
Said die a little later, why no, little stranger?
Hurry on and feel my hand
Swear you're gonna feel my hand
Swear you're gonna feel my hand

Danger
Little stranger

Danger
Little stranger

Danger
Little stranger

Danger
Little stranger

Danger
Danger
Gotta feel the pain
Gotta feel the pain
You gotta feel it
Little stranger

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Writer(s): IGGY POP, JAMES WILLIAMSON