There was a thump, then another*
That came quicker than the others
And yet, try as I may
They kept speeding up that way
I was the same two consonants
I just wanted u, all vowels
There was some twisting and some turning
Like Sam Cooke dancing on my bowels
What makes you hot like an oven
Sweat like a barrel
Of a shotgun pointed at you
Held by the devil
I wouldn't call it love
But my heart sure is pumping blood
It isn't pretty but it works
No it's not sharp but it still hurts
I wouldn't call it love
But my heart sure is pumping blood
It isn't pretty but it works
No it's not sharp but it still hurts
Sway to the right
Snake under charm, I couldn't fight
Without thought she took my hand
It seems she's already made plans
Now my feet keep shifting nervously
Stripping shine right off the floor
And my sweat glands keep shouting
We can't take it any more
What makes you hot like an oven
Sweat like a barrel
Of a shotgun pointed at you
Held by the devil
I wouldn't call it love
But my heart sure is pumping blood
It isn't pretty but it works
No it's not sharp but it still hurts
I wouldn't call it love
But my heart sure is pumping blood
It isn't pretty but it works
No it's not sharp but it still hurts
What makes you hot like an oven
Sweat like a barrel
Of a shotgun pointed at you
Held by the devil
I wouldn't call it love
But my heart sure is pumping blood
It isn't pretty but it works
No it's not sharp but it still hurts
I wouldn't call it love
But my heart sure is pumping blood
It isn't pretty but it works
No it's not sharp but it still hurts
I was the same two consonants