You got your smooth-ass moves,
and your sweet-talks
and you think that's why
you got me
tri-tri-tirpping, but no
it's the trinity, babe.
I always fall for brains,
and that killer body
and your oh, so
talented skilful hands.
So baby make me burn bright
make me scream and shout,
baby make me lose control
I'm ready the pay the toll.
Baby, make me burn.
You got your baby-blue eyes
and your honey-lips
and you think that's why
you got me
be-be-begging, but no,
it's the divinity, babe
of all the dirty things
you make me, oh
so willingly, freely do
So baby make me burn bright
make me scream and shout,
baby make me lose control
I'm ready the pay the toll.
Baby, make me burn.
Burn me baby, burn me to the ground
