Love You To Death

[originally by Type O Negative] In her place one hundred candles burning As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Black lipstick stains on her glass of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get... I beg to serve, your wish is my law Now close those eyes, and let me love you to death Shall I prove that I mean what I'm saying, begging I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get... Let me love you to Let me love you to death Hey am I good enough for you? Hey am I good enough for you? Am I? Am I? Am I good enough For you?