I Wanna Fuck You Till I’m Dead

And the mountains in your backyard
The marvel of your skin
And the fragments of your memory
The tenderness within
And the dishes in the kitchen
The flimsiest disguise
With a rabbit in your head lamps
Compassion in my eyes
And the flowers in the garden
The windmills of your mind
And the echo of your teardrops
Your upfront loud behind
It's a shame to be polite now
To hesitate's a sin
Coming up and up my mind, babe
And let the news rush in

I wanna hold you in the gilded morning
I wanna love you in the secret night
Don't wanna let go until my life is over
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
It must be something that you said
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead

And the crystals of your laughter
The landscape of your face
With your cat shut in the bathroom
Dog in outer space
And the texture of your muscles
The staleness of your lips
And your groovy doobie woobie
Your silly skinny hips
Gonna meet you at five-thirty
On the bridge of Camden Lock
And your face is kinda dirty
As you fidget in your frock
And the honeymoons a killer
In my dark and sweaty room
Gonna make love last forever
On the dark side of your moon

I wanna hold you in the gilded morning
I wanna love you in the secret night
Don't wanna let go until my life is over
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
It must be something that you said
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
I wanna fuck you till I- Stop

It must be something that you said
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
It must be something that you said
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
I wanna fuck you till I- Stop