You are hot,
you are a lot.
You are a gang,
you ask me too bang with my thing.
But then I look at you and say I can't.
I can't look
I can't stay
I can't dance on the beat.
Because I am living in cell
And I don't wont you with me in a cell downstairs of hell.
Thats why I tell you my love,
don't hate me
This is my reason, my number one