This is a song about "Secret lover"

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Half your body laying on my chest

When i said i was your fucking lover.

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

In the mirror? i think im turning you into a lover.

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

Enlightened searchers receive information on secret servers

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Secret missives to the mrs

And i don't rely on no bitches

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

Or her mother, or her mother's other lover

// [billie jean is not my lover]

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer