One o one point one Fahrenheit To some it's a fever, to her it's just right and I can't hold her and it's bringin' me down her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold a devil with an angels face I've been told I think I'll press my luck next time you're around I'd walk through fire for you I'd burn in hell to make it all true I never loved anyone else in this world but you a thousand reasons why I try to prove to you I'm not the other guy I don't give a damn what other people think a flare for the strange and a temper like a whip a soft hand clutches a riding crop grip smell of latex rubber-drives me insane beat him once then send him on his way there's no room in your life for anyone to stay engrave your moniker in welts of pain there's nothin I wouldn't do to prove to make these words I promised true I'd rather live my life alone than without you you know I'd rather die then to fuck this up wouldn't get another try got one chance there's nothing I wouldn't do you be my master I'll be your servant on my knees I beg to be abused You can take the skin right off my back with a riding crop or a leather strap I'd take it all just to be with you