Infatuation. Court well meant. 'Cause I'm the easiest to sway. Catch my fancy and commitment. Riding fresh can stay. One by one conditions change. Slippery slope yields sheckled face and. Gone are the days of snare and.... An omission to sexy hell. [Chorus:]. I don't my crown. And moniker claim is. Professional torturer. A sweet and comparer. I renounce my name. Professional torturer. Eyebrows raise and facades do fade. Poised refrained as.... Hands still hold but gazes abate. This masochism enfolds me. [Chorus ]. I don't my crown. And moniker claim is. Professional torturer. A sweet and comparer. I renounce my name. Professional torturer. I don't my crown. For you my boy I renounce my name. Professional torturer