Tragedy

There ain't no better way, of killing time, than loving you
First a little bit too fast and then a little bit much too slow for me
It's reached top speed, and I'm getting inside of you
I wake up in the morning and I feel, the pain in my head
If it's rest I need I'd rather be dead, no destination in this life I live
And when you bite me babe, love is hurting

Oh yes, it does, it's maybe cold outside, but in you the fire is burning

First a little bit too fast, and then a little bit much too slow
This is hot stuff mama, taste it, It sure tastes good
Tragedy life reminds me bout, a symphony I heard today

Ain't this a perfect way, to spend the night
Tragedy life reminds me bout, a symphony on the radio
Be sure of that I do