You Always Eat the One You Love - Scary Bitches

I smell your skin

Cool and soft against my lips

I feel the knife

Still against my fingertips

And I know I can’t resist

You will be a meal for me

I’ve not decided how

Braised or stewed or fried or grilled?

Oh, I could eat you now

Oh yes, I have to eat you now

You fill my soul with flesh so sweet

You are good enough to eat

My idea of Heaven that I see

Is a slice of you staring up at me

Please (please), say you will (say you will)

Say you’ll do it, just for me

Please (please), say you will (say you will)

Be my dinner, lunch and tea

Served with peas and celery

Oh, why must I possess you

Why must I digest you

When every single bite I take

Gives me chronic stomach-ache

Oh I smell your skin

Cool and soft against my lips

I, I feel that pain

You can marinate a bit

You must marinate a bit

You fill my soul with flesh so sweet

You are good enough to eat

My idea of Heaven that I see

Is a slice of you staring up at me

Is a slice of you staring up at me

Is a slice of you

You always eat the one you love