Lletres: Aimee Mann. Lost In Space. High On Sunday 51.

The monkey knows how you'll react Like some reverse pyromaniac Creating want by holding back I propped my window up and then Let me try, baby, try I turned my back to lure you in Let me try, baby, try Baby, please -- let me begin To rifle through what I might have been Hate the sinner but love the sin Let me be your heroin Let me be your heroin We have crossed the rubicon The rats have fled but I'm hanging on Let me try, baby, try Our ship awash, our rudder gone Baby, please -- let me begin Let me be your heroin Let me be your heroin Hate the sinner but love the sin