Love You To Death
Type O Negative
In her place one hundred candles burning
A salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying
They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...
Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying
They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...
I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes and let me love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging
I say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...
Let me love you too
Let me love you to death
Hey, am I good enough for you?
Hey, am I good enough for you?
Am I? Am I? Am I good enough for you?
