Drake De Vil
Drake De Vil, Drake De Vil
He's born to be bad
So run for the hills
Drake De Vil, Drake De Vil
The fear on your face
It gives me a thrill
Who wants to be seductive?
Who wants to be sain?
All of your good girls
They all seem the same
Tempter, criminal, dressed to kill
Just call me Drake De Vil
Call me crazy, call me insane
But you're stuck in the past
And I'm ahead of the fame
A life lived in penance, it just seems a waste
And I have much better taste
And I tried to be sweet, I tried to be kind
But I feel much better now that I'm out of my mind