| Fetish Sit down and tell me what you know. Hey it�s about time we started this freak show. Tell me what is your fetish? What turns you on what makes you hot? Tell me every detail and leave nothing out. Look out it can get kinky you�ll do what with a slinky? What is my fetish you ask? Well it definitely has nothing to do with me liking your ass. I�ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. I like leather and nipple rings they are my soup du jour. I like guys who wear makeup, mainly rock stars and I won� tell you who. Men with piercings and vinyl too. Bondage pants drive me absolutely nuts. Even guys who wear plastic wrap or show me their butts. Guys with green eyes and piercing stares ok even that bald guy who wears the strait jacket and performs on stage in an electric chair. There is really too many for one to tell you all besides time is up and you�ll be stuck in traffic its at a crawl. Remember as you�re handcuffed and gagged in bed. What she told you its all in your head. We never talked about what turns me on. Now I command you to be gone! |
| Untitled Like a song that never ends. The simple melody that goes with the trends. I see you, I feel you, I want you is what I�m trying to say. But I just stare at your picture everyday. The lady with the accent said its true that I am somehow connected with you. How come you don�t comfort me when I cry? You never rescued me and I want you but can�t say why. There is something there drawing me to you. But the strange thing is I haven�t even met you. Just another face in the crowd. But you seem to know me and you just don�t know how. You smile and flirt with me and get me backstage. I can tell you are hoping I am of a legal age. Funny how I know what you're thinking. You think I�m not interested and your heart starts sinking. I run my fingers through your hair, and you know there are some feelings there. We are bonded by destiny you and I. I love you my dear, my mystery guy. |
| Playing With Fire Igniting a secret desire lighting the passion full of fire. Intense moments the time is near. I�m ready for you my dear. Don�t be scared I�m well aware that you�re playing with fire. If I know what you want then it will be a desire to fulfill. Don�t worry you won�t be sorry I�m a goddess and you are my slave. I�m the mistress of the fire. I�m the one you all desire. Ignite the fire I�m the one who plays with fire |
| Rock Star I walk through life in a shadowy cloud. My mind is blank and the crowd is loud. The people stop and stare, but when I look nothing�s there. The numbness in my brain won�t stop. The ride was never ending its not lonely at the top. Performing the routine night after night. No sleep no love what the hell happened to my life? Bright lights, smoke, the fans in the crowd. Do you love me? Do you hate me? I�m a musician should I be proud? It all comes together in one fucked up mess. No matter how hard I try it never makes no sense. The prices you pay for fortune and fame, once you�ve come here your life is never the same. Welcome to stardom the life of a rock star. Groupies, agents, big fancy cars. Can you trust these people? Hell no but you�re a star. They bow down kiss your feet, people stop you and take pictures with you in the street. Life is grand even with all the crazy fans. Bring on the lights, bring on the wild and crazy nights! I�m a rock star baby and its great. |
| Pop Stars They all sound the same, they all dance alike. Can�t the teen boy�s and girl�s of this society see that pop stars are (to put it in their terms) like totally lame. Brittany Spears, Christina, and Moore, I laugh at the little teen wannabes. Those bitches have to realize they suck and they are a bore. Pop Stars kill them all, Pop Stars begging for quarters in the mall. Pop stars oh look another little bare mid-drifted bimbo comes onto the scene. I�d send them all to hell if it were up to me. Boy bands, here, there, everywhere. Competing with one another to see who is the bigger bunch of drama queens. Spare me the details you are all has-beens and dried up can�t you sees? Backstreet Boys, N�Sync, and 98 degrees. Excuse me while I hang myself please. If I hear one more �Shape of my heart, Bye Bye bye, Uno Noche�� tune, I�m going to go homicidal and come after you. Pop stars, the very decay of society. Pop stars the quote unquote talent that can�t be hardcore. Pop stars all of you whine and gripe like little kids. Hear me now pop stars, you guys are a fucking bore. To all the little up and coming pop stars out there, hear me now. Your music sucks and you want to know what, I hate your guts and kiss my ass each and every one of you! |
| The Devil Steal your soul, sign the contract, Read the fine print you�ve just won a one way trip to hell. Sure you have it all now, but soon it�s all going to end up mine yet again. (Chorus) Sign your soul, ashes to ashes dust to dust, The Devil is the one that you can trust. Infinite power, riches and everyone�s adore. That�s ok once you die you become the devil�s whore. God what has he done? Brought poverty, grief, and sickness upon you all. Sure get down on your knees and pray to that son of a bitch. Just remember who delivers in the end. (Chorus) Sign here your soul is mine, I�m the devil I control your time. Bow down kiss my feet. No, no applause just throw some fresh meat. I�m hungry for souls. I�m the devil I deliver and give you what you want and take what�s mine. Religion? I laugh at that if it weren�t for me, The Devil a church wouldn�t have anything to preach about. I look up and say to you god get your ass off your cloud and join the dark side. You won�t win because greed, lust and the rest of the sins will always be around to keep me in business. |
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