Thanks for treating me like every boy you meet So please come in and take a seat Here's the part where I learn and you will teach On how to treat people like a piece of meat I want a genuine, not a replica Lethal medicine, a pin to the corneia A sight for sore eyes, No doors exist in my fortress The only entrance is the one I bear You're nothing more than a temptress I fell victim to a heartless scare Burn the b**h down I never will cross that bridge again I cannot trust you easily Or think that I'm the only one I never let people in And I have you to remind me why So baby, burn the b**h down I never will cross that bridge again I'd rather drown I'm the master of construction Because I'm building walls like it's my occupation If you portray a liar I'll shut you out without hesitation It's an art form of consummate sk** (haha consummate sk**) Of how she plays them like the pawn Making boys drool at her will Like bablov to the docks No doors exist in my fortress The only entrance is the one I bear You're nothing more than a temptress I fell victim to a heartless scare Burn the b**h down I never will cross that bridge again I cannot trust you easily Or think that I'm the only one I never let people in And I have you to remind me why So baby, burn the b**h down I never will cross that bridge again I'd rather, I'd rather, I'd rather! Fail me, slit my throat so lightly Pick me up and drop me right into my grave And now I wonder, sit alone and ponder Should I even bother when I see your face? The itch I couldn't scratch But I come crawling back but no I'd much rather, rather, rather, rather, rather, rather Sing it boys: Burn the b**h down I never will cross that bridge again I cannot trust you easily Or think that I'm the only one I never let people in And I have you to remind me why So baby, burn the b**h down I never will cross that bridge again Go ahead and burn the b**h down I never will cross that bridge again ? So baby, burn the b**h down I never will cross that bridge again I'd rather drown