Maybe my music isn't healthy
Or: Maybe my music isn't clean / is explicit
But I didn't invent sex or mar*juana
Where are the horny women? Raise your hand
One more dance and we're going to the Vatican
Call your mom to ask for her hand
I was in hell when I found myself with a she-devil
She was selling her soul and I bought it right away
She was very hot, the friend even hotter, let's go all three
Where are we? I don't know, who are you? I don't know
My God, forgive me because again I sinned