Chapped lips, tounge kissed
insert expletive
fluids of a summer night,
with slight duress
forced imperatives
find me quoting Pennington.
a delicate blend of sweat and [bad word] blood 
seeping into trampled grass.

So take my lip between your teeth
and taste me by devouring,
and I'll start watching my weight again.
Oh, oh, oh.

Woke up at dawn, face down on the lawn
head awash with what had been
rest cheek to cheek, fingers underneath
soft impressions of your teeth
some hours last, and at such a cost
stains and scars I can't explain.

So take my lip between your teeth,
and taste me by devouring.
and I'll start watching my weight again.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Some things are best left unsaid. 
Some things are best left unsaid. 
Some things are best left unsaid.
Some things are best left unsaid.
Some things are best left unsaid.