I'm walking in the room
I’ve been here before
I, I think I see, there’s a form
It seems to reflect, there’s a power, it’s missing
Out in the corner, I can see
See you staring at me baby
See you staring at me
I’ve been here before
I wonder why we were sent here
Hands off, he is mine
Hands off, he is mine
I have been confused for a long time
Devil, he is white
I've got a white devil, he is white
It seems profound, but that it's quiet
It was, becomes, it thinks
We have a fire
Out in the corner, I go what I see
See you staring at me baby, staring at me
Out in the corner, you like to stare at me
Out in the corner
Hands off
Hands off
Hands off
Hands off
Hands off
He is mine
White devil
White devil
White devil
