All to Myself

I believe in American heroes
I believe in superstar fame
You’re from a nation of kinky weirdos
I’d sleep with you all the same

(Yeah, yeah, yeah…)
All to myself
(Yeah, yeah, yeah…)
I want you all to myself

I don’t trust horoscope bullshit
I need your guiding hand
You are an object so kitsch
I am your number-one fan

(Yeah, yeah, yeah…)
All to myself
(Yeah, yeah, yeah…)
I want you all to myself

All to Myself, I want you all to myself…

Yeah!