Help me, I'm starting to expire I hope that I can hire a helping hand It's got a meaning, I really hadn't thought of I really should take care of the things I have
I have to hold you Have to hold you in a headlock I have to force you into wedlock That's how I am
I'm dyed in the wool Dyed in the wool
F**king love, when I should buckle down And I shouldn't hang around, for what that's worth Can you forgive me? We're headed irrational Freakish passion for passion, that's my curse That's my curse
