I'm Not Your Lady

Seven, eight, is too late outside. Nine, ten, many reasons to run from your lie. I hate you, I love you. I got a lot on my mind. We destroy each other then we collect pieces. Different species of our delicious lies. So someone please tell me, what the hell I Am doing here? Baby. Lady. Maybe. I'm not your lady. Baby. Lady. Maybe. I'm not your lady. One, two, sparkling our fair relation. Three, four, between us only complications. Five, six, paradise is now a station. I got a lot on my mind. You're driving me crazy and I'm making you mad. You're kissing me gently and I'm scratching your Back. Tum, tum, baby. I'm not, not your lady. Now I'll tell you stop. Just watch and listen. Tum, tum, baby, baby, tum, tum, Baby. Tum, tum, baby, I'm not your lady. Tum, tum, baby, baby, tum, tum, Baby. Oh. Maybe. I'm not your lady. Baby. Lady. Maybe. I'm not your lady. Baby. Lady. Maybe. I'm not your lady.