Stitches - Orgy, Dave "Rave" Ogilvie, Cajmere

If it stayed I’d never leave it

If that turned around

I’d grieve the special dirty things

That we used to talk about

I mean that loving you is strange

And adored by me throughout

Oh no, it’s you again

Someday soon you’ll find that someone

Waiting for the chance to beat you

Drooling on the set to feel you

Blessing you with every kiss

Tying yourself to me

Stitch up my emptiness

'Cause you’re the death of me

So precious, loving the thrill

Tying yourself to me

Stitch up my emptiness

'Cause you’re the death of me

So precious, loving the thrill

It’s such the patient one who needs me

The spoiled one who wins

So shocking where’s yours sense

Don’t you know I hate you ooh

Unsatisfied, you little girl

Tying yourself to me

Stitch up my emptiness

'Cause you’re the death of me

So precious, loving the thrill

Tying yourself to me

Stitch up my emptiness

'Cause you’re the death of me

So precious, loving the thrill

Rolling dice and seeming queer

Bastard love a sick affair

Let’s see what new disease you’ll fetch

I mean that fucking you is strange

And adored by me throughout

Oh no, it’s you again, blessing you with every kiss

So precious, you know this hate of mine exploded

I’m so deranged, you know I will never be deceived

Tying yourself to me

Stitch up my emptiness

'Cause you’re the death of me

So precious, loving the thrill

Tying yourself to me

Stitch up my emptiness

'Cause you’re the death of me

So precious, loving the thrill

So precious, loving the thrill

So precious, loving the thrill

'Cause you’re the death of me

So precious, loving the thrill