the hand that feeds her...has a distict flavor...it touches just the right spot...and revives her senses...with renewed strength...she goes in search of the one she has layed her eyes on...to her surprise she sees her beast...they become aware of eachother...and now a familiar scene to our song plays out....she rehearsed it in her subconscience...in her dream...this time...its show time...as the beast comes closer....with every touch and caress of his words...she brakes her will...she holds on to her lines....but the delivery fails to convince him...she forgot that he hears what her eyes tell him...no matter what her mouth speaks...she may ask him to go...and he has all the intention of leaving...but with out her by his side he wont take another step...