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Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly wed?
If all this heat is doing
Is making us stick to the bed
Then there is no life
To revive.
But if the hunger is still there, buried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom
weve been trying to hide
Then dig it up and devour
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
Yeah more like a song
(uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)
And the truth is that I can hardly wait
I dont care if we stay up too late
Dont answer the phone
Dont answer the phone
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
And bite me like that
And bite me like scratch me like that
(uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)
And the truth is that I can hardly wait
It itches so bad that I cant concentrate
Dont answer the phone
Dont answer the phone
And it will be more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that.
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
And bite me like that
And scratch me (and bite me) like that