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Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly wed?
If all this heat is doing is making us stick to the bed
Then there is no life to revive
But if the hunger is still there, buried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom weve been trying to hide
Then dig it up and devour
And it will be more like a song and less like it's math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
And the truth is that I cant hardly wait
And I dont care if we stay up too late
Dont answer the phone
Dont answer the phone
And it will be more like a song and less like it's math
If you pull on my hair and bite me like that
And the truth is that I cant hardly wait
It itches so bad that I cant concentrate
Dont answer the phone
Dont answer the phone
And it will be more like a song and less like it's math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that