This oxygen, it makes me grin.
I know the sin, I'll have to pin
all the blame for losing the game
on the shame from former flames
that don't exist, and yet persist
in the exorcist. I must insist
you stay a while, don't mind my guile.
I have a file, it makes me smile
It's full of air. It's hot in there.
I singed my hair, as if you care.
Truthfully, I'm full of glee,
even with me on fire, you see
I enjoy the fire, the burning desire.
I'm not a liar, it takes me higher and higher.