Imagine what it’s like to be (untouchable)Better not take a chance on me (untouchable)I’m the bad boy your mama told you aboutI’m dangerous, without a doubtEven coming off a ten-year droughtUntouchableI’m the rose with hidden thorns (untouchable)Don’t tell me that you haven’t been warned (untouchable)I’m pretty poison under the skin, The bite of the apple that’s a mortal sinIn a game of love you’ll never winUntouchableMy reputation’s fairly earned (untouchable)If you play with fire, you will get burned (untouchable)Stay out of the kitchen if you can’t take the heat, My kisses are deadly as they are sweet, I’m a runaway bus on a dead-end streetUntouchableFools rush in, that’s what they say(untouchable)But angels fall, too, most every day (untouchable)I’m the snake in the garden, the siren on the reefI have the face of a saint and the heart of a thiefI’ll promise you love! And bring you nothing but griefUntouchable Hearing Jonah sing like this was like watching him slice himself open and show off his insides. Why would he do that? Why would be write such a song? And then Emma answered her own question. Because good music always tells the truth, no matter how much it hurts. Emma couldn’t be the only one who felt the bite of the blade, but everyone else seemed to take it in stride. Did they know? Did they all know about Jonah? Of course they did. They were there when it happened. They’d allow Jonah to keep the secrets that were most important to him. She knew she shouldn’t resent that, but she still did. They must have known she was falling for him. They must have.
Imagine what it’s like to be (untouchable)Better not take a chance on me (untouchable)I’m the bad boy your mama told you aboutI’m dangerous, without a doubtEven coming off a ten-year droughtUntouchableI’m the rose with hidden thorns (untouchable)Don’t tell me that you haven’t been warned (untouchable)I’m pretty poison under the skin, The bite of the apple that’s a mortal sinIn a game of love you’ll never winUntouchableMy reputation’s fairly earned (untouchable)If you play with fire, you will get burned (untouchable)Stay out of the kitchen if you can’t take the heat, My kisses are deadly as they are sweet, I’m a runaway bus on a dead-end streetUntouchableFools rush in, that’s what they say(untouchable)But angels fall, too, most every day (untouchable)I’m the snake in the garden, the siren on the reefI have the face of a saint and the heart of a thiefI’ll promise you love! And bring you nothing but griefUntouchable Hearing Jonah sing like this was like watching him slice himself open and show off his insides. Why would he do that? Why would be write such a song? And then Emma answered her own question. Because good music always tells the truth, no matter how much it hurts. Emma couldn’t be the only one who felt the bite of the blade, but everyone else seemed to take it in stride. Did they know? Did they all know about Jonah? Of course they did. They were there when it happened. They’d allow Jonah to keep the secrets that were most important to him. She knew she shouldn’t resent that, but she still did. They must have known she was falling for him. They must have.
