Its wicked baby,
This romance of ours,
A foul tasting pleasure,
Reserved only for you and I,
Something treasured far beyond natural desire.
It's far more than holy,
Way deeper than it is sin,
But who's to complain darling?
When it's such an involuntary and noble thing.
There's a spark of magic in your eyes,
As is there danger in mine,
Nothing can rip us apart honey,
It was meant to be.
Is that a smile I see pet?
An innocent demonic gesture?
Is it not so?
Come on honey give us a show.
Cackles of eternity rock,
Groans of forever sing,
It's in our way as sinners,
Brethren of hell,
It's totally in our way.
Curse's in my vei