My make-up is my armour, my dress is like the paramour
You wonna be my mover and I want to feel you more and more
My make-up is my armour, my dress is like the paramour
You wonna be my lover, don’t you realise it’s insecure?

My make-up is my armour, my dress is like the paramour
You wonna be my mover and I want to feel you more and more

So... Would you... Would you...

Would you fight for it? 
Would you prove that you love me?
I don’t need any illusions, 
I need a conclusion that you’ll fight for it

My music is my owner, my bit [bad word] code
 [bad word] from the Nowhere, but you got into my deepest thought
My music is my owner, my bit [bad word] code
The only thing I wonder, are you ready to be overloaded?

So... Would you... Would you...

Would you fight for it? 
Would you prove that you love me?
I don’t need any illusions, 
I need a conclusion that you’ll fight for it

I don’t need any illusions, 
I need a conclusion that you’ll fight for it

Fight for it!
Would you prove that you love me?
I don’t need any illusions, 
I need a conclusion that you’ll fight for it