Take me out my carapace
just to roast me on a stick.
Let me be your crime of passion,
throw my body in a ditch.
Wipe the lipstick off my face,
but leave the bite marks on my neck.
Discard your choice of weapon,
but leave DNA all on your skin.
Claim you never saw it coming,
I must have slipped or tripped.
just to roast me on a stick.
Let me be your crime of passion,
throw my body in a ditch.
but leave the bite marks on my neck.
Discard your choice of weapon,
but leave DNA all on your skin.
I must have slipped or tripped.