I got a bad desire. Oh, I'm over. Tell me, little baby, is it good to you? Can you do the things that I can't do? I know. I can take you home. Oh, I'm over. I'm over. I'm over. I'm over. I could take you home, oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire. Sometimes it feels like a knife, baby, edgy dog in a six inch valley in the middle of Moscow. At night I wake up, put the sweet soak in red with a freight train running to the middle of the hill. Oh, you, you could do my desire. Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire. oh i think i i think it's the keeper i guess keep it a little uh a little more bass in your voice next time I think we've got to keep it.