There's a universal bottom line- everybody's in disguise, even you and I. I'm not a dream, not perfection, never said I was from heaven. But baby, I could be the closest that you meet. I live in stories, but inside I keep a mystery. Suffice it to say that nobody's really seen my million subtleties. I don't wanna be so shy, there's a villain in me so sexy, sour and sweet. I'm a good excuse to be a bad influence on you. I can make love feel just like heaven. I can be a little devil in bed, and even clean, and cook you breakfast. But I'm not perfect. I'm a little left of center, I'm a little out of tune. I don't want a broken heart. I don't want to play the broken-hearted girl. I got scars on my heart and they won't go away, I'm looking for someone to take them from me. Everybody knows I just want someone to hold.