Is the passion all gone? Or is it still newly wed? If all this heat is doing Is making us stick to the bed Then there is no life To revive.
But if the hunger is still there, buried somewhere inside Covered up by the boredom we’ve been trying to hide Then dig it up and devour
It'll seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that It'll seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that It'll seem more like a song Yeah more like a song (uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)
And the truth is that I can hardly wait I don’t care if we stay up too late Don’t answer the phone Don’t answer the phone
It'll seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that It'll seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that And bite me like that And bite me like scratch me like that (uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)
And the truth is that I can hardly wait It itches so bad that I can’t concentrate Don’t answer the phone Don’t answer the phone
And it will be more like a song and less like its math If you pull on hair and bite me like that. It'll seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair, and bite me like that And bite me like that And scratch me (and bite me) like that