| Song | Eleven |
| Artist | The Step Kings |
| Album | Let's Get It On |
| I think someone just heard us, when I’m deep inside | |
| But I’d rather not ignore this | |
| I’ll stand away and hide like a big jerk, on the outside | |
| I love how you pretend to hate me | |
| Fill me up with your senseless shit | |
| I often try to hide my urgency | |
| But I’m split in two just from seeing it, I had enough of this | |
| One more time, one more mind | |
| She called eleven | |
| It’s easy for you to filter your true vibe | |
| Only let out what needs to be | |
| But let’s suppose that I pinned your wrists | |
| And forced myself with the right might inside your mind | |
| You make me want to contrl you | |
| Spill my worth on your submissive self | |
| I think I really need to tie you | |
| Beat you senseless, until the end | |
| One more time, one more mind | |
| I shouldn’t sweat ‘cause these are my body parts | |
| But I’m overwhelmed with all the guilt that’s been tossed | |
| I should say what, will it be for good or bad | |
| Oh what a miracle, how I put up with it all | |
| She called eleven |
| I think someone just heard us, when I' m deep inside | |
| But I' d rather not ignore this | |
| I' ll stand away and hide like a big jerk, on the outside | |
| I love how you pretend to hate me | |
| Fill me up with your senseless shit | |
| I often try to hide my urgency | |
| But I' m split in two just from seeing it, I had enough of this | |
| One more time, one more mind | |
| She called eleven | |
| It' s easy for you to filter your true vibe | |
| Only let out what needs to be | |
| But let' s suppose that I pinned your wrists | |
| And forced myself with the right might inside your mind | |
| You make me want to contrl you | |
| Spill my worth on your submissive self | |
| I think I really need to tie you | |
| Beat you senseless, until the end | |
| One more time, one more mind | |
| I shouldn' t sweat ' cause these are my body parts | |
| But I' m overwhelmed with all the guilt that' s been tossed | |
| I should say what, will it be for good or bad | |
| Oh what a miracle, how I put up with it all | |
| She called eleven |