dead boys
what love is
I don't need none of your bedroom bruised sweet box I don't need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk Write on your face with my pretty knife I want to toy with your precious life I want you to know I want you to know I want you to know I want you to know what love is I don't need none of your tender back seat love And I don't need none of your two-bit machine love Write on your face with my pretty knife I want to toy with your precious life I want you to know I want you to know I want you to know I want you to know what love is I don't need none of your two-bit machine love And I don't need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk Write on your face with my pretty knife I want to toy with your precious life I want you to know I want you to know I want you to know I want you to know what love is