As the morning comesnI'm thinkingnBusy relishing last nightnFinally waking upnStill dreamingnAbout a scenenA world of thingsnYou've opened up insidennSo mischievousnDevil must be playing my mindn(You've got me feeling)nSo mischievousnImagination working overtimen(You've got me feeling)nSo mischievousnNo one else can get me like you donnI love that I am free to be so naughty and mischievous with younnWhat a differencenA night makesnCandle silhouette and winenAs you touch me therenMy voice breaksnSee the signsnYou hear the pausenYou read between the linesnnSo mischievousnDevil must be playing my mindn(You've got me feeling)nSo mischievousnImagination working overtimen(You've got me feeling)nSo mischievousnNo one else can get me like you donnI love that I am free to be so naughty and mischievous with younnSo mischievousnDevil must be playing my mindn(You've got me feeling)nSo mischievousnImagination working overtimen(You've got me feeling)nSo mischievousnNo one else can get me like you donnI love that I am free to be so naughty and mischievous with younn(So mischievous)n(You've got me feeling)n(So mischievous)n(You've got me feeling)n(So mischievous)nNo one else can get me like you do