You want this fantastic passion
Try for reason but passion never lives
Yes, she's in her black mood tonight
You can feel her lips undress your eyes
Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it
This one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it
Rob you of your muscles, slacken
Why should ugly skin that never feels
We’ll have fantastic passion
Watch her dye your black hair white
So ask for a reason, ask for any reason
Words of love, words so leisured
All the skin that was so tight
Line of dark fantastic passion
Knows that you will surrender
Ask for the one reply for the one reply
Words are poisoned darts of pleasure, die
She knows that you will surrender