Lyrics: STELLA LEFTY/Laura Veltz/Joe Reeves
Music: STELLA LEFTY/Laura Veltz/Joe Reeves
Mmm
I think I might just hate your guts
It's not just my intrusive thoughts
You bent to fit by every wish
I'm nauseous at the thought of it
Nobody shoots their prey in the backyard
Nobody's heart burns sane, but the pure heart is tame
And it's safe, and it's lame, and it's just no fun
Is it me? Is it you? Am I just masochistic?
Kissing my neck, you're so sweet and submissive
Everything's right, so why does it feel so wrong?
Why does good love never hit me quite the same
As the push, the strain, the pull, the pain?
Why does good love never hit me quite the same
As the chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill?
The chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill
The kill, oh
I could break you, I could make you do anything I say
But baby, can't make this feeling go away
Nobody shoots their prey in the backyard
Nobody's heart burns sane, but the pure heart is tame
And it's safe, and it's lame, and it's just no fun
Is it me? Is it you? Am I just masochistic?
Kissing my neck, you're so sweet and submissive
Everything's right, so why does it feel so wrong?
Why does good love never hit me quite the same
As the push, the strain, the pull, the pain?
Why does good love never hit me quite the same
As the chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill?
The chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill
The kill (Ah), ah
Programming: Joe Reeves
Audio Engineer: Joe Reeves
Vocals: STELLA LEFTY