Type O Negative:Love You To Death

In her place,
One-hundred candles burning.
Her salty sweat
Drips from her breast.
Her hips move
And I can feel what they're sayin,
Swayin...
They say the beast inside of
Me is gonna get ya, get ya,
Yeah...

Black lipstick stains
[On her] Glass of red wine
I am your servant,
May I light your cigarette?
Those lips move,
Yeah I can feel what you're sayin, prayin;
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya,
Yeah...

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 sayin, beggin
I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, yet...

Ah,
Let me love you to-
Ah,
Let me love you to...
Death.

To death...

Ah,
Let me love you to-
Ah,
Let me love you to...
Death.

Am I good enough...
For you?
Am I good enough...
For you?
Am I... ah...
For you?
Am I... ah...
For you?

Am I good enough
For you?