We keep getting on the rough side,
every time she gets that look in her eye
makes me think she wants to bite
and maybe she just might
and maybe that’s what I like.
Can’t explain but we dream alike.
Must mean we got the same thing on our mind.
Read a poem as a prelude;
a sure predictor of the thing we’re gonna do.
And maybe she just might do every little thing I like
there’s a danger in this hunger.
I’m deep in the throes of how I want you,
but I already know what this will come to.
We’ll rise in the morning.
Say goodbye in the doorway.
She tells me what she needs,
but her taste, it disagrees.
Aw babe, I’m getting tired.
I’m deep in the throes of how I want you,
but nobody knows what this’ll come to.
What this’ll come to.
Cause I can’t even see you, just shades of chartreuse.
No I can’t even see you as we’re drifting out to space
I’m drifting out of phase.
I’m deep in the throes of how I want you,
but nobody knows what this’ll come to.
I’m deep in the throes of how I want you,
but I already know what this’ll come to.
What this’ll come to.