Got the World at Your Fangs

If you want love, you found it
Don’t you say shit about it
New York is just a con
All work and not much fun
Take it slow, take it gentle
Then you know when it’s simple

Do you love me
Do you think of me
Drunk at a party
Got a corpse in your truck
Say it softly, making coffee
My hands through your bangs
Got the world at your fangs

If you’ve got love, you shout it
Don’t want to hear shit about it
I’m making this on luck
Man, I would fuck you up
Take it slow, take it gentle
Then you know when it’s simple

Do you love me
Do you think of me
Drunk at a party
Got a corpse in your truck
Say it softly, making coffee
My hands through your bangs
Got the world at your fangs