I must be out of my mind 

But right on time.

Cuz i I need it. 

So,She’s not  my style 

A holy child 

Not by a mile. 

And the fever? 

She raises mine.

And she razes the world with a…

Imagine a man he's an open book

Right as a Saturday night. 

Picking you up and are in the sky. 

And so you swoon as his fingers reach out, teasing you the moon. 

Heavens acolyte 

Does it feel quite right?

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