You're a complicated person with some educated friends
And you tend to form your sentences from words wrote
on your hands, oh
But you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the
rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life
And you've got no inhibitions and you're almost always
rude
And I don't know where your mind is when my hands are
touching you, oh
But you wake up the rhythm in me, you wake up the
rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life,
low-life, low-life
Low, low-life
And when you pull the trigger in me, my life isn't
mine
They said you were special but you're low-life
And you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the
rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life,
low-life, low-life
Low
Low-life, low-life, low-life
Low
