You can call me a sinner
You can call me a saint
Celebrate me for who I am
Dislike me for what I ain’t
Put me up on a pedestal
Or drag me down in the dirt
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But your names will never hurt
I’ll be the garden
You be the snake
All of my fruit is yours to take
Better the devil that you know
Your love for me will grow
Because
This is who I am
You can
Like it or not
You can
Love me or leave me
Cus I’m never gonna stop
No no
Cleopatra had her way
Matahari too
Whether they were good or bad
Is strictly up to you
Life is a paradox and it doesn’t make much sense
Can’t have the Femme without the Fatale
Please don’t take offense
Don’t let the fruit rot under the vine
Fill up your cup and let’s drink the wine
Better the devil that you know
Your love for me will grow
Because
no no you know
I’ll be garden
You’ll be the snake
All of my fruit are yours to take
Better the devil that you know
Your love for me will grow
Because
no no you know
