Ultimate Devotion - Strung Out

One o one point one Fahrenheit

To some it’s a fever, to her it’s just right

and I can’t hold her

and it’s bringin’me down

her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold

a devil with an angels face I’ve been told

I think I’ll press my luck next time you’re around

I’d walk through fire for you

I’d burn in hell to make it all true

I never loved anyone else in this world but you

a thousand reasons why I try to prove to you

I’m not the other guy

I don’t give a damn what other people think

a flare for the strange and a temper like a whip

a soft hand clutches a riding crop grip

smell of latex rubber-drives me insane

beat him once then send him on his way

there’s no room in your life for anyone to stay

engrave your moniker in welts of pain

there’s nothin I wouldn’t do to prove

to make these words I promised true

I’d rather live my life alone than without you

you know I’d rather die then to fuck this up wouldn’t get another try

got one chance there’s nothing I wouldn’t do you be my master I’ll be your servant

on my knees I beg to be abused

You can take the skin right off my back

with a riding crop or a leather strap

I’d take it all just to be with you