Let me tell you the story of a man, whom you adore
Whose eyes are like pools of madness
His calculated stroll is measured
His steps seem free willed to the untrained eyes
Crawling out, crawling out beneath the veil of the night
But I am his secret babe and you
But I am his secret babe and you
You, you, You are his wife
So Let me tell you the story of a man, whom you adore,
Whose eyes are adorned with shades so dark
His calculated stroll is measured
His steps seem free willed to the untrained eyes
And it's been so many years since you've kissed this floor
When I go away, you'll come back for more
But I am his secret babe and you
But I am his secret babe and you
You, you, You are his wife
Your hands are tied to his words
Crawling out "˜neath the veil of the night
Standing tall, Standing tall
Like if the rain was his mother
His truth is a lie, but better than a truth
is a truthful lie with sparks of love
And it's been so many years since you've kissed this floor
When I go away, you'll come back for more
Alright!