G : 320033 That one_ behind__ you_ on the padded velvet throne_ Don't turn around!_ You've seen that_ kind_ before__ Wolves_ hang_ around_ here_ and_ they hunt the woods alone_ Waiting for hearts_ to-o_ wan-an-der_ through_ the door__ This bar has changed_ now_ that_ the hunter's hunted too_ Who is the prey_ and who is the_ hun_-gry mouth?__ Go_ talk with stran_-gers_ on-ly no-o-thing said_ is true_ It's_ "Who do you know?"_ and_ "When did you last_ fly__ south?"___ And it's_ drink bought to catch the eye_ and_ make_ in-ten-tions known__ The kind they would_ never_ buy_ if they_ meant to drink_ alone__ And it's_ soft words_ that make_ the play_ in_ warm and winning_ tones__ The kind words they'd never_ say_ if they_ dared_ to sleep_ alone__ But_ like you_ I'm fas_-cina_-ted by the gli-it-ter of the flame_ Watching wolves_ steal_ half of a heart_ away__ Watching wolves_ steal_ half of a heart_ away___