Текст песни
Out the box, out of line.
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But chains and whips excite me.
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But chains and whips excite me.
Come on, come on, come on, I like it, like it.
Come on, come on, come on, I like it, like it.
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But chains and whips excite me.
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But chains and whips excite me.
Come on, come on, come on, I like it, like it.
Come on, come on, come on, I like it, like it.