If the thrill of the hunt sets you a'flame
I'd long to be the man to play your game
But I'm not a beast to be satisfied with just a bone
No "here's a scrap" now go on alone
I need a feast - your body, your mind
My cravings won't end with wrinkled sheets and a bottle of wine.
I want to devour you whole
Your spirit, your soul
And once I've stripped you down to your core,
Only then, my dear, will we start the chase once more.