Ain't nobody Loves me better than you

 Cause all of me
Loves all of you

 But don't you play a song about love
When I move my body

 It's too late, it's too late, am I too late?
Tell me now, am I running out of time?

 I don't wanna do this anymore, it's so surreal
I can't survive if this is all that's real

 Want you to take me like a thief in the night
Hold me like a pillow, make me feel right

 Saw all of the saints, Lock up the gates
I could not enter

 Poprzez muzykę można zmienić system wartości swoich słuchaczy i w końcu wykraść ich rodzicom.

 Piosenka jest dobra na wszystko.

 Święta będą u nas cały rok.
Wokół domu niepotrzebny płot.

 Tell the devil I said 'hey' when you get back to where you from.