I’m wicked like a stranger crawling over your bed
Wicked like the criminal inside of your head
I’m wicked like the sickness in a cold fever sweat
Wicked like the taste of each and every regret
I’m wicked like the preacher preying on innocence
Fumblin’ his creeping fingers under your dress
I’m wicked like the bodies hidden under cement
If my body is a temple, desecrate me

I don’t want nobody else
I’ll be your tiger in a cage
I’m going to keep you to myself

I’m wicked like the serpent coming out of the tree
Whisper in your ear until you wake up and bleed
Wicked like the things I say but I don’t mean
Wicked now I know the devil’s working in me
So wicked that you’ll wake up screaming out my name
Take away your purity and leave you with shame
You know I’ll leave you when I’ve nothing to gain
So baby, if my body is a temple, desecrate me