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

You always eat the one you love

none of this belongs to me

This is Not My Idea of Fun · Scary Bitches

Creepy Crawlies

℗ 2008 CANNON/HUMPHRIES

Released on: 2008-06-09

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