TYPE O NEGATIVE - 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 sayin", swayin"
They say the beast inside of me"s 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 sayin", prayin"
They say the beast inside of me"s 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 sayin", beggin"
I say the beast inside me"s gonna get ya, get ya, get...

Let me love you too
Let me love you to death
To death

Am I good enough,
for you?
Am I...for you?
Am I good enough.
for you?