You really like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin' to all of the shows, but...

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

You like the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars, but...

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

You really like rock 'n' roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the money honey that I make, yeah...

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
From all of the magazines, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah...
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

Cause I wanna know
Do you love me?
Yes I wanna know
Do you love me?
Cause I'm just really tryin' to tell ya (Do you love me)
That what I'm tryin' to say is what I'm tryin' to tell ya (Do you love me)
What I'm tryin' to tell ya is that I don't know (Do you love me)
Because I don't know what I'm tryin' to say (Do you love me)
What I'm tryin' to say is that I don't know what I'm tryin' to tell ya (Do you love me)
I don't know what I'm tryin' to tell ya (Do you love me)
What I'm tryin' to know, what I'm tryin' to tell ya (Do you love me)
Woo baby, woo baby, woo you're lookin' fine tonight (Do you love me)
I'm for love, woohoo (Do you love me)
C'mon up to my pad baby, woohoo, yeah (Do you love me)
Wait, where ya goin' honey, I'm not ugly
No where ya goin' I'm not ugly
I'm not ugly, afro love (I'm for love?)

Fuckin' turn it off, just turn it off