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 is 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 seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair And bite me like that And it seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair And bite me like that And it seem more like a song Yea more like a song And the truth is that I can't hardly wait I don't care if we stay up too late Don't answer the phone Don't answer the phone And it seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair And bite me like that And it seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair And bite me like that 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 seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair And bite me like that It seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair And bite me like that And bite me like that Scratch me and bite me © BEDROOMS BEDROOMS AND SPIDERS; SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com