It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
We can roll ourselves over'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in his grip.
Love is like a sin, my ove
For the ones that feel it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again.
it's unfortunate that whenwe feel a storm
We can roll ourselves over'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in his grip.
Love is like a sin, my ove
For the ones that feel it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again