Rave. Rave. Rave.. Rave. Rave. Rave.. Rave. Rave. Rave.. Rave. Rave. Rave.. . Touch me, I'm blowing up. Touch me, I'm blowing up. Touch me, I'm blowing up.
I am he who is X, Y and Zee. I carry no card, my life is cheap. Have no worries, I do not fret. Some may have what I'm yet to get. . And you may wonder, "Is it how?".