The Afghan Whigs - Lovecrimes lyrics

Talk to me and I better not hear a word Do me baby and I better not feel it girl I still got one bullet left in my nine Finna do a lovecrime, lovecrime, finna do a lovecrime Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes, lovecrimes You write me love letters with your father's pen If he knew the freaky, freaky things that you write with it Is it really wrong that I want to be the baby daddy? Is that a lovecrime, lovecrime? Tell me it's a lovecrime Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes, lovecrimes Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes In the getaway car You know I love it when the ride is smooth If we ever get caught It'd be a long vacation for two Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes Murder, murder, murder she wrote Lovecrimes