My make-up is my armour
My dress is like the paramour
You wonna be my groover
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?

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?