Love You To Death

by Type O Negative {October Rust}

In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying
Swaying
They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya
get ya, get

Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying
Praying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya
get ya, get

I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes and let me
Love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying
Begging
I say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya
get ya, get

Ah, let me love you too
Ah, let me love you to death
To death
Ah, let me love you too
Ah, let me love you to death
To death