Lyrics: Down Low. Other. Hiv.

I needed you to change into my everything
You must oblige, insistent cries
for being what I want you to
Please substitute the attributes which blossom
For things contrived, so I'll arrive through watching you
Molding your profile into my face
Toe the line... I need you to help me
Toe the line... Don't let me get stuck in here
Toe the line... You'll be what I couldn't be
May you adopt this selfish plot and play the role
You'll consummate a resting place for both of us
Molding your profile into my face
Toe the line... I need you to help me
Toe the line... Don't let me get stuck in here
Toe the line... You'll be what I couldn't be
You'll be my intellectual
You'll be gifted