Persecution of Bellissima Morte

[Verse 1]
Caught at the front door with cellophane wrapped orders
Flowers came rehearsed to cut the tongue off at the word
And stripped you to the stem, she burned your baby's breath
I come to make amends and call you out from bed
She pours the drinks, boy you caught a naughty girl
What were you looking for?
How about red wine girl, ice on the nightstand
Pearls you call retro
And I let the blood faucet down the shower
And I merely am a video recorder
On six-inch reel, a nice additions to collections
You pull the pin the needle that prick left in
Hard oak floors a vase off the counter
I'll clean it up and won't ask a question
So say you love me baby, 'till you need me baby
Pastel duct tape coordination dress
And I turned away, but kept peeking in
So say you love me baby, you love that color scheming

[Verse 2]
I'm a good boy, I like good things
Soda pops, nice porch and a tire swing
I'm a clean boy, I like clean things
I like clean girls in dirty magazines
I'm a good boy; I like good things
Lingerie touch touch your limousine
I'm a clean boy; I like clean things
I jerking off to dirty memories
Left you legs up on back, left you in heart attacks
This is a mess, but I like the mess
Strung you in perfect form like a beetle in kicking sores
But I must confess, I must confess:
I grabbed your hair in a ball form fist
Then I pinned my knees to your wrists
So say you love me baby, Bella Morte baby
I was once and will be missed
And I have pictures, proof we exist
So say you love me baby, 'till you need me baby

[Bridge]
I was once and will be missed
I was once and will be missed
I was once and will be missed
I was once and will be missed
I was once and will be missed
I was once and will be missed
I was once and will be missed

[Outro]
So pour the drinks boy
No, I like red wine girl
From sweet crystal
In those glasses next to the vase in the living room
In the living room