Ultimate Devotion

Lyrics

One o one point one Fahrenheit
 To some it's a fever, to her it's just right
 And I can't hold her
 And it's bringin' me down
 Her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold
 She's a devil with an angels face I've been told
 I think I'll push my luck next time you're around
 Well I'd walk through fire for you
 I'd burn in hell to make it all true
 I never loved anyone else in this world but you
 A thousand reasons why I try to prove to you
 I'm not the other guy
 I don't give a damn what other people think
 ♪
 A flare for the strange and a temper like a whip
 A soft hand clutches a riding crop grip
 Smell of latex rubber-drives me insane
 Beat him once then send him on his way
 There's no room in your life for anyone to stay
 Engrave your moniker in welts of pain
 There's nothin' I wouldn't do to prove
 To make these words I promised true
 I'd rather live my life alone than without you!
 You know I'd rather die then to fuck this up, Wouldn't get another try
 Got one chance there's nothing I wouldn't do
 You be my master, I'll be your servant
 On my knees I beg to be abused
 You can take the skin right off my back
 With a riding crop or a leather strap
 I'd take it all just to be with you
 I'd walk through fire for you
 I'd burn in hell to make it all true
 I never loved anyone else in this world but you
 You know I'd rather die then to fuck this up, Wouldn't get another try
 You're my goddess and I worship you!
 
 One o one point one Fahrenheit
 To some it's a fever, to her it's just right
 And I can't hold her
 And it's bringin' me down
 Her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold
 She's a devil with an angels face I've been told
 I think I'll push my luck next time you're around
 Well I'd walk through fire for you
 I'd burn in hell to make it all true
 I never loved anyone else in this world but you
 A thousand reasons why I try to prove to you
 I'm not the other guy
 I don't give a damn what other people think
 ♪
 A flare for the strange and a temper like a whip
 A soft hand clutches a riding crop grip
 Smell of latex rubber-drives me insane
 Beat him once then send him on his way
 There's no room in your life for anyone to stay
 Engrave your moniker in welts of pain
 There's nothin' I wouldn't do to prove
 To make these words I promised true
 I'd rather live my life alone than without you!
 You know I'd rather die then to fuck this up, Wouldn't get another try
 Got one chance there's nothing I wouldn't do
 You be my master, I'll be your servant
 On my knees I beg to be abused
 You can take the skin right off my back
 With a riding crop or a leather strap
 I'd take it all just to be with you
 I'd walk through fire for you
 I'd burn in hell to make it all true
 I never loved anyone else in this world but you
 You know I'd rather die then to fuck this up, Wouldn't get another try
 You're my goddess and I worship you!
 

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Duration
02:06
Key
4
Tempo
109 BPM

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