I'm sorry. I had to fuckin do it.
The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me.
Then I'd know the force with which she adores me.
The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares,
When I wake up in screams, that's how I know that I really care.
I must await the sting, of the scorpion's tail,
When my impatient advances come to no avail.
All them pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing.
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Just getting tired of chasing the same old thing.
I wanna get hit by a big thing,
Come take me.
Come change me.
I must await the sting, of the scorpion's tail,
When my impatient advances come to no avail.
All them pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing.
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Then I'd know the force with which she adores me.
The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares,
When I wake up in screams, that's how I know that I really care.
I must await the sting, of the scorpion's tail,
When my impatient advances come to no avail.
All them pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing.
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Just getting tired of chasing the same old thing.
I wanna get hit by a big thing,
Come take me.
Come change me.
I must await the sting, of the scorpion's tail,
When my impatient advances come to no avail.
All them pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing.
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.