​Problem is, we like to play.

You’ll be knowing me,

I stay the same.

From day one, to the one day

We go our own separate ways.

You think it’s natural.

You were always meant for this.

Still so supernatural, her kiss.

No troubled soul

Is rolling between my bones,

This is the thrill we’re living for,

But didn’t you already know?

You must think it’s natural.

You were always meant for this.

Still so supernatural, her kiss.

You think it’s natural

 But nobody wants to play.

You must think it’s natural

To do somebody that way.