| I smell your skin
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| Cool and soft against my lips
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| I feel the knife
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| Still against my fingertips
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| And I know I can’t resist
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| You will be a meal for me
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| I’ve not decided how
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| Braised or stewed or fried or grilled?
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| Oh, I could eat you now
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| Oh yes, I have to eat you now
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| You fill my soul with flesh so sweet
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| You are good enough to eat
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| My idea of Heaven that I see
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| Is a slice of you staring up at me
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| Please (please), say you will (say you will)
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| Say you’ll do it, just for me
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| Please (please), say you will (say you will)
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| Be my dinner, lunch and tea
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| Served with peas and celery
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| Oh, why must I possess you
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| Why must I digest you
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| When every single bite I take
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| Gives me chronic stomach-ache
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| Oh I smell your skin
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| Cool and soft against my lips
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| I, I feel that pain
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| You can marinate a bit
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| You must marinate a bit
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| You fill my soul with flesh so sweet
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| You are good enough to eat
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| My idea of Heaven that I see
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| Is a slice of you staring up at me
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| Is a slice of you staring up at me
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| Is a slice of you
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| You always eat the one you love |