Keep tellin’ myself
Get out of my mind
The way you feels, feels so right
Every night, I feel the heath
Close my eyes, and [bad word] to me

I confess I’ve done wrong
But in your eyes I see a quilty
I’m quilty
Stress that keeps me strong
I feel it … my heart is empty
Cause you’re not with me
In my sectret place
where I drift away

Tell me, am I sinner?
Tell me, am I wrong?
www [bad word] 
Something’s wrong with the picture
This is not my fault
So, am I a sinner?
I a sinner?

Don’t watch the [bad word] and fault
Please don’t ….???….
When do you touch me?