(Dickinson, Smith)

I got the keys to view at number 22, behind my green door there's nothing to see
Is that a feature, what kind of creature would hang around waiting for a guy like me
Stone cold sober and sitting in silence, laid back and looking for sympathy
I like a girl who knows where she's bound, I don't like girls who've been hanging around

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

She's tied up she can't come to the phone, you must have got your wires crossed cos she ain't home
Knock on wood - you know I like that sound, she never could keep her feet on the ground

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you, hooks in you, in you...
Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you, hooks in you, in you...

(2:25-Solo: Janick Gers)
(2:36-Solo: Both together)

To be continued...