Type O Negative Love You to Death
In her place,
One-hundred candles burning.
Her salty sweat
Drips from her breast.
Her hips move
And I can feel what they're sayin,
Swayin...
They say the beast inside of
Me is gonna get ya, get ya,
Yeah...
Black lipstick stains
[On her] Glass of red wine
I am your servant,
May I light your cigarette?
Those lips move,
Yeah I can feel what you're sayin, prayin;
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya,
Yeah...
I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes,
And let me love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I'm sayin, beggin
I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, yet...
Ah,
Let me love you to-
Ah,
Let me love you to...
Death.
To death...
Ah,
Let me love you to-
Ah,
Let me love you to...
Death.
Am I good enough...
For you?
Am I good enough...
For you?
Am I... ah...
For you?
Am I... ah...
For you?
Am I good enough
For you?