Lyrics:

A bit of friendly beastialityWith the stockings that I tied you up so easilyAs the window breaks the window painPuts
the hand in to the till to get some pretty change.What loveWhat hateCould reach the point of no returnWhat loveWhat hate
Could reach the pointTake you down into a dead end laneMake me walk on broken glassAnd let my liquid make petal coloured mov
esRemoves the lipstick stains that still remainAm I still the sameWhat loveWhat hateCould reach the point of no return
What loveWhat hateCould reach the pointAs I take you through the bedroom doorYou can be my motherYou can be my whoreTake
a lesson in geographyWash me down in pepsiSweet obsess possess meWhat loveWhat hateCould reach the point of no returnWhat
loveWhat hateCould reach the pointWhat loveWhat hateCould reach the point of no returnWhat loveWhat hateCould reach th
e point