Why you're making me think things that are not Why you wanna sleep with me after all Why you come into the club on your own at five And sit next to me And hang only with me
And my friends keep telling me to back up Not beat back to the beat that you're planking on my head D-A-N-G-E-E-R those seven letters are my best guide B-guide You don't want this I certainly don't have a clue if I want this Romances keep me heartless Every time I hop on one of those Im heartless
Picture us standing all the way us, not-us Just things we think are us Its me, its brain, its my imagination on a tall cliff with your name My imagination on a tall cliff with your name