Well it's a bad neighborhood inside my head
My bloodied burns ya know like sea is red
If need desire could kill
It won't be long until I'm dead
I've got a criminal imagination
I'm just waiting on a invitation
I just wanna taste (yeah) your breath
And show you more than you ever thought you'd see
Because you love it kills me
And I'm just dying for release
I got a criminal imagination
Just waiting on a invitation
Your lips so intoxicating
To my criminal imagination
I got a criminal imagination
I'm just waiting on a invitation
Your lips so intoxicating
To my criminal imagination
