You're a complicated person with some educated friends And you tend to form your sentences from words wrote on your hands, oh But you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the rhyme I thought you were special but you're low-life And you've got no inhibitions and you're almost always rude And I don't know where your mind is when my hands are touching you, oh But you wake up the rhythm in me, you wake up the rhyme I thought you were special but you're low-life, low-life, low-life Low, low-life And when you pull the trigger in me, my life isn't mine They said you were special but you're low-life And you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the rhyme I thought you were special but you're low-life, low-life, low-life Low Low-life, low-life, low-life Low