I smell your skin Cool and soft against my lips I feel the knife Still against my fingertips
And I know I can't resist You will be a meal for me I've not decided how Braised or stewed or fried or grilled? Oh, I could eat you now Oh yes, I have to eat you now
You fill my soul with flesh so sweet You are good enough to eat My idea of Heaven that I see Is a slice of you staring up at me
Please (please), say you will (say you will) Say you'll do it, just for me Please (please), say you will (say you will) Be my dinner, lunch and tea Served with peas and celery
Oh, why must I possess you Why must I digest you When every single bite I take Gives me chronic stomach-ache
Oh I smell your skin Cool and soft against my lips I, I feel that pain You can marinate a bit You must marinate a bit
You fill my soul with flesh so sweet You are good enough to eat My idea of Heaven that I see Is a slice of you staring up at me
Is a slice of you staring up at me Is a slice of you You always eat the one you love
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