Terrifying

I know you think I'm terrifying

But honey I ain't even trying

I'll cook your dinner while you're waiting

I'm sure you'll find it's fascinating

Hey little dog don't you know

I got a feeling that you're waiting for your tin of gold

Oh yeah, baby, baby don't you know

You don't need money if you really wanna lose control

I believe there's a god, making my time, baking my bread

I can see it's a sign think of a rhyme shaking my head

Oh, I believe there's a god, making my time, baking my bread

I can see it's a sign think of a rhyme shaking my head

God bless this stubborn soul she cried

He lived a lonely life and died

[Chorus 2] x2

Lose control