If it stayed i'd never leave it
If that turned around i'd grieve
The special dirty things
That we used to talk about
I mean that loving you is strange
And adored by me throughout
Oh no its you again
Someday soon you'll find that someone
Waiting for the chance to beat you
Drooling on the set to feel you
Blessing you with every kiss
Tying yourself to me, stitch up my emptiness
Cause you're the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me, stitch up my emptiness
Cause you're the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Such the patient one who needs me
The spoiled one who wins
So shocking where's your sense
Dont you know I hate you so
Unsatisfied you little girl
Tying yourself to me, stitch up my emptiness
Cause you're the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me, stitch up my emptiness
Cause you're the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Rolling dice and seeming queer
Bastard love a sick affair,
Lets see what new disease you'll fetch,
I mean that fucking you is strange
And adored by me thoughout
Oh no its you again
Blessing you with every kiss
So precious you know this hate of mine exploded
I'm so deranged you know
I will never be the same
Tying yourself to me, stitch up my emptiness
Cause you're the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me, stitch up my emptiness
Cause you're the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
So precious loving the thrill
So precious loving the thrill
Cause you're the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Writer(s): John Osbourne
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