Is the passion all gone? Or is it still newly-wed? If all this heat's doing Is making us stick to the bed Then there's no life to revive But if the hunger's still there Burried somewhere inside Covered up by the boredom We’ve been trying to hide Then dig it up And devour And it'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that It'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that It'll seem more like a song Yeah more like song And the truth is that I can hardly wait I don’t care if we stay up too late Don’t answer the phone Don’t answer the phone And it'll seems more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that It'll seems more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that And bite me like that And bite me and scratch me like that And the truth is that I can hardly wait And It's so bad I can’t concentrate Don’t answer the phone
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