I Wanna F**k You Till I'm Dead

And the mountains in your backyard The more the love you'll 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 Depression 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 That hesitates 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 shirt in the bathroom Dog in outer space And the texture of your muscles The staleness of your lips And your bloobie doobie woobie Your silly skinny hips Gonna met you out by play On a bridge of canterlot And your vest 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 the 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 sweat