paroles de chanson The Whore, The Cook and the Mother - My Dying Bride

Tell me that I'm a sinner
Lay me down again
I need a soft flesh bed
My lust must be fed

Lay your hands on me
Lay your perfect hands on me
You know exactly what I want
So open wide

Take me now, I'm yours
Lay me down again
Your heat rips through me
Your hands rip my skin

Deep inside your love
You're screaming for me again
My seed is passed to you
We are now one

To you, I'll only give it to you
But only if you're there
Only you, there's no one else for me
Until something better comes
Be mine, be mine forever more
Until I'm fucking sick of you

Tell me that I'm a sinner
Lay me down again, again and again
I need a soft flesh bed
My lust must be fed

Lay your hands on me
Lay your perfect hands on me
You know exactly what I want
So open wide

To you, I'll only give it to you
But only if you're there
Only you, there's no one else for me
Until something better comes
Be mine, be mine forever more
Until I'm fucking sick of you