Pull My Hair

Is the passion all gone?
 Or is it still newly-wed?
 If all this heat's doing
 Is making us stick to the bed
 Then there's no life to revive
 But if the hunger's still there
 Burried somewhere inside
 Covered up by the boredom
 We've been trying to hide
 Then dig it up
 And devour
 And it'll seem more like a song
 And less like it's math
 When you pull on my hair
 And bite me like that
 It'll seem more like a song
 And less like it's Math
 When you pull on my hair
 And bite me like that
 It'll seem more like a song
 Yeah, more like a song
 And the truth is that I can hardly wait
 I don't care if we stay up too late
 Don't answer the phone
 Don't answer the phone
 And it'll seems more like a song
 And less like it's math
 When you pull on my hair
 And bite me like that
 It'll seems more like a song
 And less like it's math
 When you pull on my hair
 And bite me like that
 And bite me like that
 And bite me and scratch me like that, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
 And the truth is that I can hardly wait
 And it's so bad I can't concentrate
 Don't answer the phone
 Don't answer the phone
 And it'll seem more like a song
 And less like it's math
 When you pull on my hair
 And bite me like that
 It'll seems more like a song
 And less like it's math
 When you pull on my hair
 And bite me like that
 And bite me like that
 And scratch me and bite me like that