One o one point one Fahrenheit
  To some it's a fever, to her it's just right
  and I can't hold her
  and it's bringin' me down
  her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold
  a devil with an angels face I've been told
  I think I'll press my luck next time you're around
  I'd walk through fire for you
  I'd burn in hell to make it all true
  I never loved anyone else in this world but you
  a thousand reasons why I try to prove to you
  I'm not the other guy
  I don't give a damn what other people think
  a flare for the strange and a temper like a whip
  a soft hand clutches a riding crop grip
  smell of latex rubber-drives me insane
  beat him once then send him on his way
  there's no room in your life for anyone to stay
  engrave your moniker in welts of pain
  there's nothin I wouldn't do to prove
  to make these words I promised true
  I'd rather live my life alone than without you
  you know I'd rather die then to fuck this up
  wouldn't get another try
  got one chance there's nothing I wouldn't do
  you be my master I'll be your servant
  on my knees I beg to be abused
  You can take the skin right off my back
  with a riding crop or a leather strap
  I'd take it all just to be with you