I’ve been around a long long time.
They haven’t got me yet.
But on certain nights I feel it deep inside.
About the time the Sun sets.
Cause It calls to me, it tugs at my soul.
When the Moon gets bright I get a little out of control.
I run the Hills and I sniff the wind.
Hunting for my prey.
But then one night I got a wiff of something else.
What it was I could not say.
But It called to me, it tugged at my soul.
When the Moon gets bright I get a little out of control
I came up quick, but I didn’t make a sound.
But somehow she knew I was there.
And when she turned to me, I could see it in her eyes
We were gonna be one wild pair.
Cause It calls to me, it tugs at our souls.
When the Moon gets bright we get a little out of control.
So on certain nights we stay up late.
And we hunt for our prey.
We run as one, have feast and fun.
And we proudly say…
That It calls to me, it tugs at our souls.
When the Moon gets bright we get a little out of control.
and maybe if your lucky by tomorrow morning
we won’t come knockin at your door…

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