It (Cubanate)

Everytime I take a look at you I see there's something dying inside me I've got to get a grip on that tension that's tearing me apart If I could talk to you I'd tell you dirty stories That's right I'd scare that fancy little filly But I don't know what it is Don't know what it is I just want to feel the drug Say what it is I just want to see the ??? If I could speak to you I'd say Don't know what it is don't know what it is I want you to be it whatever it is I want you to be it whatever it is Whatever it is I don't know you I never knew you I don't know you I never knew you I want you to be it whatever it is I want you to be it whatever it is Whatever it is...