He's my drugstore cowboy,

Italian aloic,

Classical american.

And I'm america's sweetheart,

Cute delicious, sweet tart,

Sipping on my diet coke,

Singin' in the trailor-park.

He likes my jeans tight

He likes me mean, right (right)

He likes my long hair

Corset, heels high.

I'm born to kill,

Strip for success,

I'm his, sweet mess.

Do you love me? yes, yes!

Hell, yes!

Baby, I'm a forlorn fire

And I'm what you desire,

Like a siren in the night (going neo neo)

Baby is the man on the wire,

Risking all that you've got,

For the love of your life (you're my hero, hero)

Let me play a dangerous girl,

Let me be your dangerous girl.