My seven inch tongue
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?
Do you love me?
Really 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?
Do you love me?
I mean, I do
Really love me?
You really like rock 'n' roll
All of the pain and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the money, honey, that I make, but
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
All the other fans, they know your face
From all of the magazines, but
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
I wanna know
Do you love me? (Do you love?)
Do you love me? (Do you love me?)
Do you love me? (Do you love me?)
Really love me? (Really love me?)
I want you to
(Do you love me? Do you love me?)
I need you to
(Do you love me? Do you love me?)
(Do you love me? Do you love me?)
(Really love me? Really love me?)