Whenever I'm with him something inside. Starts to burnin' and I'm filled with desire. Could it be the devil in me. Or is this the way love's supposed to be?.
Your face on the cover of a magazine. Cranked up rolling out of the limousine. Craving looks, throwing hooks, trying to fish 'em out. You want it now, you need it all right now.
1, 2, 3, 4. . Try my identity, you wanna kill yourself, you gonna see. I captured you in your TV, your beauty is your worst enemy. Don't even try to be, avoid the shit and give the key.