You tried to taste me
And I taped my tounge to the southern tip of your body
Our bones are too heavy [bad word] up
Squished into a single cell of wood

Oooooooh .... Oooooooooh

And I made an excuse
You found another way to tell the [bad word] I put no one else above us
We'll still be best friends when it all turns to dust

Du-u-u-u-u-u-u-ust...Du-u-u-u-u-u-u-ust

Dum du-dum du-dum du-dum du-du-dum
(repeat)
da-da-da-da-da
(repeat)

We are so smooth now
Our edges are beaten drift wood whittled down
Old bodies slip when they make love
We'll mine our sparks to shoot us above