POBREMA é que criei laço afetivo tão grande com a canção que a coisa tá beirando obsessão possessiva.
E a letra, amigos, é uma ode perversa ao amor puro, cruel e dolorido. Que te quebras as pernas. Lindo de morrer. Duvidam?
I want love to
Roll me over slowly
Stick a knife inside me
And twist it all around.
I want love to
Grab my fingers gently
Slam them in a doorway
Put my face into the ground
I want love to
Murder my own mother
And take her off to somewhere
Like hell or up above.
And I want love to
Change my friends to enemies,
Change my friends to enemies
And show me how it's all my fault.
I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
Yeah, I wont let love disrupt, corrupt,
Or interrupt me anymore.
I want love to
Walk right up and bite me
Grab ahold of me and fight me
Leave me dying on the ground.
And I want love to
Split my mouth wide open and
Cover up my ears,
And never let me hear a sound.
I want love to,
Forget that you offended me
Or how you have defended me,
When everybody tore me down
Roll me over slowly
Stick a knife inside me
And twist it all around.
I want love to
Grab my fingers gently
Slam them in a doorway
Put my face into the ground
I want love to
Murder my own mother
And take her off to somewhere
Like hell or up above.
And I want love to
Change my friends to enemies,
Change my friends to enemies
And show me how it's all my fault.
I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
Yeah, I wont let love disrupt, corrupt,
Or interrupt me anymore.
I want love to
Walk right up and bite me
Grab ahold of me and fight me
Leave me dying on the ground.
And I want love to
Split my mouth wide open and
Cover up my ears,
And never let me hear a sound.
I want love to,
Forget that you offended me
Or how you have defended me,
When everybody tore me down
Oh Jack... walk right up and bite me...
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