Got facial scars like he's seen something that hit his soul so he'd feel nothing.

"I bother you cause I like the way you feel, chew me up I'm a three-course meal. Chew me up." (It doesn't hurt that much.) "Chew me up." (It doesn't hurt at your touch.)

Looks at me with a cold stare, like he's an old man with black hair. And he goes down like a tall glass of milk cooling long enough to coat your throat with silk.

"Drink me up." (It doesn't hurt that much.) "Drink me up." (It doesn't hurt at your touch.)

And you may have made up your mind but, you're not gonna leave.
You said you want it, come get it. But you don't get a reprieve - you gotta come."

Little boy, I won't rush you, no. You're a darling when you take it slow. "Bother with you - you're a plate of meat. Best to take my time to eat." "Chew me up." (It doesn't hurt that much.) "Chew me up." (It doesn't hurt at your touch.)

And you may have made up your mind but, you're not gonna leave.
You said you want it, come get it. But you don't get a reprieve - you gotta come."

I know that you, you're able.
Put it down on the table, and chew me up.

(It doesn't hurt that much, it doesn't hurt at your touch.)

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