She's so perfectly designed, engineered with great constraint, with a mind so sharp and clever, and a figure that would sate
Yes, ‘cause charms are hers to wield, and yes, because now she's so fine, and, look, now her eyes are fixed on you... Well,

But little one, you've got to tread ahead with caution, ‘cuz her voice is so alluring, you can’t see through her deceptions...
And as the crowd here sights your fright, they pull you in towards her, their minds no longer in line...

‘Cause she’s got an electric heart, and she hasn't got a soul
Not that it matters much, as they are clamouring to offer up their own
(Turn it up!) And she hasn't got a soul
And you’re the one she wants, yes, as she senses that and...
(she’s got an) electric heart, and she hasn't got a soul
Not that it matters much, as they are clamouring to offer up their own
(Turn it up!) And she hasn't got a soul
And you’re the one she wants, yes, as she senses, yes, she senses...

She's a perfect people person, knows so well psychology, how to dominate one’s feelings with such careful, cutesy feats
Charisma’s her second nature, so many could testify, if their minds were not so strangled, their hearts so deeply intertwined

But little one, you've got to tread away with caution, ‘cuz her voice is so alluring, you can’t see through her deceptions...
But maybe it’s too late, now you’re starting to fall, and well, with joyful glee you join the crowd

(she's got an) electric heart, and she hasn't got a soul
Not that it matters much, as they are clamouring to offer up their own
(Turn it up!) And she hasn't got a soul
And you’re the one she wants, yes, as she senses that and...
(she’s got an) electric heart, and she hasn't got a soul
Not that it matters much, as you are clamouring to offer up your own
(Turn it up!) And she hasn't got a soul
And you’re the one she wants, yes, as she senses, yes, she senses your soul...

(Return it, return it)
That’s right, she senses your soul!
That’s right, she’s coming for your soul.
As she hasn’t got a soul, and you offer up your (own...)
And as you melt into the all-endearing crowd you soon begin to lose your self, your own...

(Yes! she's got an) electric heart, and she hasn't got a soul
Not that it matters much, as they are clamouring to offer up their own
(Turn it up!) And she hasn't got a soul
And you’re the one she wants, yes, as she senses, ‘cause...

(She's got an) electric heart, and she's coming for your soul
So quickly guard yourself, make no compromise that you cannot afford
(Turn it up!) And she's coming for your soul
And yet it’s all too late now, ‘cause you’re just no longer your own to control...