Love You To Death

In her place, one hundred candles burning
as salty sweat drips from her breast
her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya
get ya, get...

Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette
those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya
get ya, get...

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 saying, begging
I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya
get ya, get...

Let me love you too
let me love you to death

Hey am I good enough
for you?
Hey am I good enough
for you?

Am I?
Am I?
Am I good enough
for you?

Words by Peter Steele
Music by Type O Negative