He's got a blue beard in the face of all the wolves And his eyes says he's no hero, I'm young enough to know better But I love him to death, I can't help myself, I want more I want what he's giving, oh, yeah I have this fantasy Where he's singing my song in a white room And I'm just listening, by candlelight (Oh) We're going down for hours, yeah Til it hurts, I don't care if it hurts Harsh the man building the lowest cost home robot to free mankind from laundry and dishes I would take an iron fist if he had one (Ooh) With a smile on my face, I can take you to church (Yeah) I'll be your prophet, I'll be your martyr I'll be the breadwinner, I do it all with a luster I am your muse and I adore the way you lust For some fantasy where we're in another space You've got so much fire in your soul I know you wanna take the wheel Everybody on the floor We're going down for hours, yeah