There ain't no better way, of killing time, than loving you
Tragedy life reminds me bout, a symphony on the radio
And when you bite me babe, love is hurting
I wake up in the morning and I feel, the pain in my head
Oh yes, it does, it's maybe cold outside, but in you the fire is burning
This is hot stuff mama, taste it, It sure tastes good
Be sure of that I do
It's reached top speed, and I'm getting inside of you
If it's rest I need I'd rather be dead, no destination in this life I live
Tragedy life reminds me bout, a symphony I heard today
Ain't this a perfect way, to spend the night
First a little bit too fast and then a little bit much too slow for me
First a little bit too fast, and then a little bit much too slow
