The smell of your hair
Intoxicating
Pulling me right out of my head
You try to tell me, i'm in control
If i'm in control then we're all dead
The lace on your hips
The taste of your lips
Something i can't forget
The lace on your hips
The taste of your lips
Yeah we're all dead
Come haunt my dreams
And be the death of me
A little closer
A little fur ther
Come make this bed my grave
And be the death of me
Tell me it's what you need
The tone of your voice make my soul bleed
Alive at the sound
You're on your knees
Alive at the sound
You're all need
Come haunt my dreams
And be the death of me
A little closer
A little fur ther
Come make this bed my grave
And be the death of me
Well you're curvy
For a coffin
If i knock three times
Will you let me in?
Well it's cold inside this graveyard
But i know it's warm
Under your skin
Come haunt my dreams
And be the death of me
A little closer
A little fur ther
Come make this bed my grave
And be the death of me
Come haunt my dreams
And be the death of me
Come haunt my dreams
And be the death of me