You’ll be calling out my name
When you need someone to blade

I could corrupt you
It would be easy
Watching you suffer
Girl, it would please me
But I wouldn’t touch you
With my little finger
I know it would crush you
My memory would linger

You’d be crying out in pain
Begging me to play my games

I could corrupt you
It would be ugly
The could sedate you
But what good would drugs be
But I wouldn’t touch you
Put my hands on your hips
Place my lips on your lips

You’d be calling out my name
Begging me to play my games