to leave you? How could I know I would hurt you so? You were the one I was born to love! Oh, how could I ever know? How could I ever know? How can I
season's evil horns I keep performing for the poets and philosophers But they don't know I was insane before and became popular I lose something every time I
still want moorrrrrrre i gotta keep me a beauty queen, how do you stuff all that booty up in them jeans, now i mean i gotta keep me a beauty queen, how
I wanna know 1 - I wanna know what turns you on So I can be all that and more I'd like to know what makes you cry So I can be the one who always makes