Walk into the room with that curious grinnAin’t nobody need to know the actual shape I’m innBut oh, who’m I kiddin’ but mennCall you on the phone, I got nothin’ to saynPut my lips a little closer and stand there anywayn‘Cause oh, who’m I kiddin’ but mennI hang from my desirenLike a rope swing from a treenI kick a little highernSingin’ I Shall Be ReleasednBut oh, who’m I kiddin’ but mennThe devil’s in the detailsnnCall you on the phone, I got nothin’ to saynPut my lips a little closer and stand there anywayn‘Cause oh, who’m I kiddin’ but mennYou smell like sweet magnoliasnAnd Pentecostal residuenI’d like to get to know yanAnd shake the holy fire right out of younBut oh, who’m I kiddin’ but mennThe devil’s in the details