One o one point one Fahrenheit
To some it's a fever, to her it's just right
and I can't hold her
and it's bringin' me down
her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold
a devil with an angels face I've been told
I think I'll press my luck next time you're around
I'd walk through fire for you
I'd burn in hell to make it all true
I never loved anyone else in this world but you
a thousand reasons why I try to prove to you
I'm not the other guy
I don't give a damn what other people think
a flare for the strange and a temper like a whip
a soft hand clutches a riding crop grip
smell of latex rubber-drives me insane
beat him once then send him on his way
there's no room in your life for anyone to stay
engrave your moniker in welts of pain
there's nothin I wouldn't do to prove
to make these words I promised true
I'd rather live my life alone than without you
you know I'd rather die then to fuck this up
wouldn't get another try
got one chance there's nothing I wouldn't do
you be my master I'll be your servant
on my knees I beg to be abused
You can take the skin right off my back
with a riding crop or a leather strap
I'd take it all just to be with you
