You like to watch me and I like to disappear
Don't you want shelter from your desire? A place to hide
To settle attraction, you like to subdivide
Have your search and tell me what you find
It's about a personal scent
Electrical contact, a broken Tass of the Stratosphere
That I'm made of fire and you'll never get to me
Incinerator, this is not about sex
I don't have your number, 'cause I can't count to eternity
Incinerator, go on and go right through me