Sweet the Sting

With a strut into the room
 With his hat cocked sure defiantly
 He said, "I, I have heard that you can play the way I like it to be played"
 I said, "I can play anyway that you want, but first I want, I want to know"
 Baby, is it sweet, sweet, sweet the sting?
 Is it real this infusion? Can it heal where others before have failed?
 If so then somebody shake, shake, shake me sane
 'Cause I am inching ever closer to the tip of this scorpion's tail
 He said, "I laid my weapons down
 With my pistol fully loaded
 A hunted man to my root
 Will it end or begin in your cinnabar juice?"
 Is it sweet, sweet, sweet your sting?
 Is it real your infusion? Can it heal where others before have failed?
 If so then somebody shake, shake, shake me sane
 'Cause I am inching ever closer to the tip of this scorpion's tail
 Love, let me breathe, breathe you in
 Melt the confusion
 Until there is, there is you
 Union
 Baby, is it sweet, sweet, sweet your sting?
 Is it real your infusion? Can it heal where others before have failed?
 If so then somebody shake, shake, shake me sane
 'Cause I am inching ever closer to the tip of this scorpion's tail
 Baby, is it sweet?
 Baby, is it sweet?
 Baby, is it sweet?