Touch the way You make me feel When you touch my face It feels so good Here we go Yeah You better love You better love You better love
All my life living with this bullshit All my life (Body, face, lipstick, grace) Who do you think you are Who do you think you are Who do you think you are
(You take me all the way)
You better love You better love You better love You better love You better love me You better love You better love You better love me You better love You better love me You better love You better love me You better love You better love me You better love You better love
You want a girl with her legs open and her mouth shut A lady who bats her eyelashes and silences the proof A maiden who gives until she gives up So you can crown yourself with counterfeit truth
You want a muse to sing your battles A goddess to kneel beneath your throne A damsel to carry your shame A doll to dress up, used, then left alone
You march down your road to power With no reason, rhyme, or quest Just echoes of fear dressed up as pride And a woman to blame for your madness To just say yes Well, guess what She says no
You better love You better love You better love You better love You better love me You better love You better love You better love
It kind of occurred to me People that are photogenic At 3:30 in the morning Are fucking icons
