I can feel it on your skin
Smell it on your breath
That lingering odor
Of d**h
I wrote that line for her
In case you couldn't tell
That didn't win her over
Very well
I will search you four more
Times until
I get a satisfactory response
Talking about god
Talkin' 'bout d**h
Let's take this talking of ours
To bed
You are chaste and cold
You'll take it to the grave
You only want me
For my brain
I will search you four more
Times until
You give a satisfactory 'sponse
I suppose I still
Would search you four more
Times until
I get a better offer from a
Cheaper thrill
I'm in debt
To whoever embalmed you
I have never had
The hots so damn bad
Courting you
Is all I'm into
Set my features
Because I'm ready
I'm ready
I would do anything
Anything
The chase
The catch
The corpse
Please
Hold up
Your end