Текст песни Love - Abney Park

Gentle? I think that you're mistaken.
Delicate? I went through that phase...
Tender? Want me to say I love you?
Love? I've heard it's all the rage.

I run my tongue down white marble flesh,
In my hand leather, of harness on breast.

Reaching around, I claw at your cheeks,
I've bitten at this chest for weeks and weeks and for weeks and for weeks...

Gentle? I think that you're mistaken.
Delicate? I went through that phase...
Tender? Want me to say I love you?
Love? I've heard it's all the rage.

I scratch my fingernails under your mane,
Endlessly mingling the tingling with pain.

I scramble for traction; I'm grabbing your back.
Is it love that were making, or some sick attack?

Your skin is all glistening, from your head to your toes,
Our legs are all shaky, and my growling grows.

My vision is dimming, I'm gasping for air,
Your biting the pillow, I'm biting your hair...

Gentle? I think that you're mistaken.
Delicate? I went through that phase...
Tender? Want me to say I love you?
Love? I've heard it's all the rage.

I run my tongue down white marble flesh,
In my hand leather, of harness on breast.

Reaching around, I claw at your cheeks,
I've bitten at this breast for weeks and weeks and for weeks and for weeks...