Ooooh oooh oooh wanna torture you later
Ooooh oooh oooh wanna torture you later
The devil is horny and he wants to play (Baby)
But you're scared of getting burned, you're gonna walk away (Maybe)
And so you're turning around and you're gonna leave (Maybe)
Won't be as easy as you seem to believe (Baby)
So I call you on the phone and say I'll see you later
There are things we need to say, talk to you later
I wanna tie you to the bed, give the best head you ever had
And keep you lying there where I can torture you later
Aaah-aaah Torture you later
Aaah-aaah
Aaah-aaah Torture you later
Aaah-aaah
Took me by surprise when I received your text (Baby)
Telling me that I was to become your ex (Maybe)
I must've missed all the warning signs (Maybe)
When you were holding and stroking my hand last night (Baby)
So I call you on the phone and say I'll see you later
There are things we need to say, talk to you later
I wanna tie you to the bed, give the best head you ever had
And keep you lying there so I can torture you later
Aaah-aaah Torture you later
Aaah-aaah
Aaah-aaah Torture you later
Aaah-aaah
The devil's still horny. He still wants to play with ya
But spurned, he's gonna learn to turn and stay away
Sayin' get thee behind me, you made up your mind, you say (Maybe)
But the devil still dreams of holding you each night, hey (Baby)
I wanna call you on the phone and get it straight now
But ya won't hear what I say… need a translator
Wanna tie you to the bed, give the best head you ever had
And keep you lying there so I can torture you later
Aaah-aaah Torture you later
You can try as you like to defy and deny
That you once were attracted to this silver-tongued guy.
But I don't know what more I could say or could do
I just fell head over hooves in love with you.
I quake inside when I see you. I should try to avoid you
But I'd give all I have for just one night spent with you.
It's like an addiction, cold sweat, pain and affliction.
Do ya hear me? Come on, get a grip on my diction…
I've been trying so hard to beat the retreat
And by keepin' my distance, admitting defeat.
But if I talk in tongues honey, you'd concede
That it's a long slow torture that you need.
Now there's no trick or treat, no white light no white heat
Feel like I'm waiting to fry on the mercy seat.
But if you'd only just let Mephistopheles
Give you long slow torture down on his knees,
He'd be your left hand man, worship at your feet,
Taste your love down between the sheets,
Play a tongue duet with you, help you succeed,
Give you the long slow torture that you need.
But you're so icy now that Hell's starting to freeze,
Avoiding me like a contagious disease.
And the moments we stole now seem so unreal
Why would you break a bu*terfly on a wheel…?