Lletres: The Pretenders. Up The Neck.

ANGER AND LUST MY SENSES RUNNING AMOK
BEWILDERED AND DELUDED, HAVE I BEEN HIT BY A TRUCK?
WHEN MY TONGUE LAY INSIDE HIS LIP
FELT LIKE THE TIME IN THE WOMB
BUT I WOKE UP WITH A HEADACHE THAT SPLIT MY SKULL
ALONE IN THE ROOM


I GOT DOWN ON THE FLOOR WITH MY HEAD PRESSED BETWEEN MY KNEES
UNDER THE BED WITH MY TEETH SUNK INTO MY OWN FLESH
I SAID "BABY, OH SWEETHEART"


LUST TURNS TO ANGER, A KISS TO A SLUG
SOMETHING WAS STICKY ON YOUR SHAG RUG, LOOK AT THE TILE
I REMEMBER THE WAY HE GROANED AND MOVED WITH AN ANIMAL SKILL
I RUBBED MY FACE IN THE SWEAT THAT RAN DOWN HIS CHEST
IT WAS ALL VERY RUN OF THE MILL
BUT I NOTICED HIS SCENT STARTED TO CHANGE SOMEHOW
HIS FACE WENT BERSERK AND THE VEINS BULGED ON HIS BROW
I SAID "BABY, OH SWEETHEART"


BONDAGE TO LUST, ABUSE OF FACILITY
BLACKMAILED EMOTIONS CONFUSE THE DEMON AND DEVOTEE
I WAS SURE HIS INTENTIONS WERE SWEET
AND THAT MINE WAS AS WELL
BUT A WISH IS A SHOT IN THE DARK
WHEN YOUR COIN'S DOWN THE WELL


I GOT OUT IN THE HALL WITH MY TEETH IN MY HEAD
UP TO MY NECK AND I SAID, SAID, SAID DEAD
I SAID "BABY, OH SWEETHEART"