Do you Love Me

You really like my limousine

You like the way the wheels roll

You like my seven inch leather heels

And goin' to all of the shows

But...

Do you love me?

Really love me?

Do you love me?

You like the credit cards and private planes

Money can really take you far

You like the hotels and fancy clothes

And the sound of electric guitars

You really like rock 'n' roll

All of the fame and the masquerade

You like the concerts and studios

And all the moeny honey that I make

Your backstage pass and black sunglasses

Make you look just like a queen

Even the fans they know your face

From all of the magazines

Yes I want to know...Yes I want to know...Because I've been

really trying to tell you...that...what I'm trying to say...is

what I'm trying to tell you...and what I'm trying to tell you is

that I don't know...because I don't know what I'm trying to say,

and what I'm trying to say is that I don't know what I'm trying

to tell you...and I don't know what I'm trying to tell you,

because I don't say what I'm trying to know...because I'm trying

to tell you, but I don't know what to say...because I'm trying

to tell you, because I don't know...what I'm trying to say...and

what I'm saying is that knowing is saying, and I'm trying to

tell you this...because telling is knowing...I'm telling you

what I'm saying...knowing...knowing and telling is saying,

because a saying is...a saying is knowing, and talking...and I

don't know, and I don't say, and I don't tell...and I don't...I

don't tell?

Turn it off! (background, many times)

Fucking turn it off...turn it off