You Always Eat the One You Love

I smell your skin
 Cool and soft against my lips
 I feel the knife
 Still against my fingertips
 And I know I can't resist
 You will be a meal for me
 I've not decided how
 Braised or stewed or fried or grilled?
 Oh, I could eat you now
 Oh yes, I have to eat you now
 You fill my soul with flesh so sweet
 You are good enough to eat
 My idea of Heaven that I see
 Is a slice of you staring up at me
 Please (please), say you will (say you will)
 Say you'll do it, just for me
 Please (please), say you will (say you will)
 Be my dinner, lunch and tea
 Served with peas and celery
 Oh, why must I possess you
 Why must I digest you
 When every single bite I take
 Gives me chronic stomach-ache
 Oh I smell your skin
 Cool and soft against my lips
 I, I feel that pain
 You can marinate a bit
 You must marinate a bit
 You fill my soul with flesh so sweet
 You are good enough to eat
 My idea of Heaven that I see
 Is a slice of you staring up at me
 Is a slice of you staring up at me
 Is a slice of you
 You always eat the one you love