Strung Out

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