I never trust a narcissist But they love me So I play 'em like a violin And I make it look oh so easy
I am aware that narcissists are not to be trusted, but as they still fall for me, I manipulate them with ease.

'Cause for every lie I tell them They tell me three This is how the world works Now all he thinks about is me
I deceive narcissists with lies, and they end up telling me more than I do, giving me an opportunity to control them, that's how the world works.

I can feel the flames on my skin Crimson red paint on my lips If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming
I can feel the heat of excitement and passion, with my bold red lipstick on, I owe nothing to a man who speaks ill of me, and I don't feel sorry because he deserved what he got.

They say I did something bad Then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could It just felt so good, good
They accuse me of wrongdoing, but it doesn't feel that way, rather it feels incredibly pleasurable, and I would do it again without hesitation because it was fun and satisfying.

I never trust a playboy But they love me So I fly him all around the world And I let them think they saved me
I don't trust playboys, but I can't deny their admiration for me. I exploit this by taking them around the world and letting them believe they helped me, when in reality they did nothing.

They never see it comin' What I do next This is how the world works You gotta leave before you get left
I always surprise playboys by my actions, and they never expect it. This is how the world works, and I suggest leaving first before getting hurt.

I can feel the flames on my skin He says, "Don't throw away a good thing" But if he drops my name, then I owe him nothin' And if he spends my change, then he had it comin'
I can feel the energy and heat of desire, he tells me not to give up something good, but if he betrays me, I don't owe him anything, and if he wastes my money, he deserves what he gets.

They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one They got their pitchforks and proof Their receipts and reasons They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one So light me up (light me up), light me up (light me up) Light me up, go ahead and light me up (light me up) Light me up (light me up), light me up (light me up) Light me up (light me up), light me up (light me up)
People are unfairly targeted and accused even if they are innocent, and those blaming them have so-called evidence and reasons. So, they are going to light me up too, so be it.

Oh, you say I did something bad Then why's it feel so good, good? So bad, why's it feel so good? Why's it feel, why's it feel so good? (Bad) It just felt so good, good
You are suggesting that I did something wrong, but it felt incredible, that's why. It felt right even though it might be deemed wrong by society, and I don't regret it at all.