Is the passion all gone Or is it still newly wed? If all this heat's doing Is making us stick to the bed Then there's no life to revive But if the hunger's still there Buried somewhere inside Covered up by the boredom We've been trying to hide Then dig it up and devour
And it'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that Something more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that It'll seem more like a song Yeah, more like song
And the truth is that I can't hardly wait I don't care if we stay up this late Don't answer the phone Don't answer the phone
And it'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that It'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that And bite me like, scratch me like that.
And the truth is that I can't hardly wait And it's so bad I can't concentrate Don't answer the phone Don't answer the phone
And it'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that It'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that And bite me like that Scratch me and bite me like that