oh where feeling a good as lovers can
its the end of the world again
dancing through the streets of your bedroom floor,
carving it up like knives through steak
and im looking at you with those hungry eyes all the same,
ill take you back, smile at the moon like wolves on the hunt
I think ill take a punt, carve a football from your heart and try score
the conversion, between the bars of your rib cage,
connect your organs like Frankenstein  in a game of operation
ill take your humor too seriously ,and giggle in my own misconception
sweet jesus im unholy ,
well, my jeans are holey,
so are my pockets
so dance with me little lioness
eye me up like a meal and ill lick my lips Like the lover you want
and ill grin like the lover you need
and ill swing like the dancer you plead for
so grin my sweet,
its 9 in the afternoon,
and we have so much more to do