t's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
we can roll ourselves over 'cause we're [bad word] oh where the devil makes us sin
but we like it when we're spinning in his grip.

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 in his grip.

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