I'm walking in the room
I’ve been here before
I, I think I see, there’s a form
It seems to reflect, there’s a power, it’s missing

Out in the corner, I can see
See you staring at me baby
See you staring at me

I’ve been here before
I wonder why we were sent here

Hands off, he is mine
Hands off, he is mine

I have been confused for a long time

Devil, he is white
I've got a white devil, he is white

It seems profound, but that it's quiet
It was, becomes, it thinks
We have a fire

Out in the corner, I go what I see
See you staring at me baby, staring at me
Out in the corner, you like to stare at me
Out in the corner

Hands off
Hands off
Hands off

Hands off
Hands off
He is mine

White devil
White devil
White devil