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I've had too much to drink, too much to think and I'm dancing with the Devil with his two left feet

He's harmless I know, I kinda like him a bit all placid red anger, a bit overweight, a bit stupid

But I'm nervous to tell him, to say what I think,

Because he'll analyse and give me three marks out of five

Well I guess I need thicker skin,

To stop letting him in, a catsuit shell to summon Hell

I don't feel a thing (x2)

Nothing

I'm in love

And when I talk from my chest he isn't impressed, he tells me it's nonsense, he tells me I'm possessed

Well maybe he's right, I can do what I like

I've got some high heel boots, he can wear his tap dance shoes

I'll kick him where he really needs it and maybe he'll see how suffering can really make a difference

And this is how we finally broke it (x2)

I don't feel a thing (x2)

Nothing

He has a gun

I don't feel a thing (x4)