• I'm not a slave to your ideals,
    your bad ideas;
    Just your.. Sex appeal. heart

    Never did I think,
    for a moment, that;
    by you I would be all right.

    This is a bad idea,
    I believe, and;
    This is the final night,

    That's alright.

    I'm not a slave to your ideals,
    your bad ideas;
    Just your sex appeal. heart

    So my vice seems to be lust,
    my heart's never bust,
    I just move on.

    Why cry over what is lost?
    there'll be another,
    Just you wait,

    I brush my cheek,
    against your chest,
    what is left;

    Of the Passion.

    I'M NOT A SLAVE TO YOUR IDEALS,
    YOUR BAD IDEAS,
    Just your... sex appeal..