It's how I love the feeling Of sex and desperation Lose the pace, jam the legs Panoramic lip gestation That mutilation reeks of sex Take that hemorrhage to my temple That's why I love to smell the sex In every heartbeat, killer My lips don't work with vision But my hips can't live without it Danger, danger, just don't give into strangers Selling blood that melts my likes K I S S or K I L L K I S S or K I L L K I S S or K I L L K I S S or K I L L You're not quite immune like a heartache But that's quite a catch That's not like that Creates that mechanism To save us from the stench Of selling poisons door to door With blood that melts your hearts Please just be my Chloe If you'll be my Chloe Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell If you'll be my Chloe Then I'll be your Jacob If you'll be my Chloe Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell If you'll be my Chloe Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell If you were a kitten Then they would skin you softly That's how the ingrates Keep throwing a second guessing The blood feud, fued