I can't weep, only cry. I can move, I deny. See my smile, eat, eat, eat. Fe, fe, feed you, so damn sweet. She's calling, she's calling. . She's my heroine.
You kill me with your smelly fingers. Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day. And now you say you're feeling guilty. You're feeling guilty 'cos your god was shining on your face.
I've been biding my time. Been so subtly kind. I've got to think so selfishly. 'Cos you're the face inside of me. . I've been biding my days. You see evidently it pays.