It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're [bad word] 
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning.

Love is like a sin, my love
For the ones that feel it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you, again.

It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
We can roll ourselves over when we're [bad word] 
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning.

For the one that feels it the most
Look at her with her smile like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you, again.