"Love me in your heart
Touch me with your hands"
You're whispering, whispering
Into me, oh my wicked spring
Please, shut up, stop your muttering
And don't stop what you do...
I'm dying to stop you
And I invert you
"Love me with your hands
Don't touch me in your heart"
On the top of your nakedness,
Into core of tenderness
burning out crimson lines
I implore you to stop...
I'm dying to stop you
And I invert you
"Love me with your hands
Don't touch me in your heart"