The Head of the Love Club

Tell me like a riddle, catch my tears like desert drops

Water like a fountain on my Sahara, you're my love

Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive

I can sell you something, I'm a product, not a girl

Baby, I'm a robot, but I think that I'm in love

Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive

And I'm low, la-la-la-low, and I know the way to go

'Cause I'm in la, la-la-la-love with the head of the love club

Sometimes I awake at night to drink my man to death

Moonlight shines upon the white sheet, empty to my breath

When I see his hands, I know they aren't clean of her stench

But my love's holy water, in my hair, his hands are cleansed

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in

La, la-la-la-la-love, and I'm never growing up

I'm in la, la-la-la-love with the head of the love club

Said I'm low, la-la-la-low, and I'm never growing old

I'm in la, la-la-la-love with the head of the love club