You really like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heel
And goin' to all of the shows
But...

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

You like the credit cards, private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And all the sounds of electric guitars
But...

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

You really like rock 'n' roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the mud, honey, that I made
Yeah
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
From all of the magazines (In all the magazines)

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

'Cause I wanna know (Do you love me?)
Yes, I wanna know (Do you love me?)
Because I've been really tryin' to tell ya (Really love me?)
(Do you love me?)

(Do you love me?)
(Do you love me?)
(Really love me?)
(Do you love me?)

Fucking turn it off
Turn it off