No one is having a little fun

No one is a magi not you or I

Not he or she or to the spree eye

No one is an accident or a bastard

While you haphazardly say

And spray all of your venom

From previous relationships

I can not stand this

You stand for something that is whack

I'll punch you in the face

I dont sucker punch for I what I lack

You know nothing and I know this

You know nothing of my struggle

Or my sacrifice, little spree eye

Don't worry I got you under hypnosis

Don't worry I got you with voodoo

Don't worry I got you under my skin

My chi don't travel to you -the spree eye

I play little bitchy love songs & rock tunes

On my guitara and dance a little samba

I start to drift and I start to sway

All because of you

My chi don't travel to the spree eye 

Romance is busy with an another one

I won't wait till I have a little fun

I will live and I will die 

But my chi won't travel to the spree eye

I won't wait till I have some fun

No one is having a little fun