how can you measure
a thing of beauty
how can you see
within lust and want
and how can you define
jealousy
how many eyes
live within the seams
that hold this all together
so the measure is the depth
and the reason
life is for treasure
and booty has its own market
so if she wants you
you gotta make her want it
and let supply demand the demand
and the market decides the rest
and the bitch that broke your heart
is just another bitch
that thinks she broke a heart
and could possibly define the measure
of the treasure that lay before the owner
of a heart he broke himself
so the mess you see becomes me
and to hide is to stay inside
when lust is all i do
whatever i bust is what ill do
shake it dont break it
cant fake it gotta make it go boom
and rock the room
im only singing for those
with the broken hearts
that can feel me
and can hear me
and can know it when i make it go boom
and i rock the room