Love You To Death - Type O Negative
In her place one hundred candles burning
as 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 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?