Your pain is my pleasure.

Oh darling, please suffer.

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.