Tudor Brick Testo

The devil❝s got my heart in a vice again...please don❝t drop the hammer...
I swear to god I❝d be better off dead than to have to take you in to my bed...
Well I hope and I pray...that you❝ll end up with me someday...
But I❝d really rather wish that you didn❝t...

Oooh, I want you...but I don❝t want to have to...
I never asked you to be my guide...I never asked you to be my life...
I never asked you to be my bride...I never asked you to be my wife...
But I need you like a drug....I need you like a drug....
I need you like a drug...

But drugs kill...and drugs slay...and I won❝t need you at all someday...
So I❝d really rather wish that you didn❝t....look at me that way...
Don❝t even look at me...with your pity...
Don❝t look at me...don❝t look at me....you❝re my devil...

The devil❝s got a gun to my head.