The DC3 - Hymn lyrics

I love every inch of your skin All the imperfections within ? under him All your a**ets genuine Where you go out where you go in So called big, small, think or thin All the bits contained within The only thing that's wrong with you is him. I got nothing against him per se Viewed singularly, he's ok I'm sure that we could pa** the time of day It's just his existence in a spatial sense

In relation to you that I I have a bit of trouble with If you know what I mean I love every inch of your skin All the imperfections within The curve and camber of your limbs Your tip of toe, your point of chin So you go sin to your chagrin And just sleep in, not go to gym From when I'm sitting you still win The only thing that's wrong with you is him.