Girl Power, Immortalized

And I can feel it on your skin
 Smell it on your breath
 That lingering odor of death
 I wrote that line for her
 In case you couldn't tell
 That didn't win her over very well
 I will search you four more times until
 I get a satisfactory response
 Talkin' about God
 Talkin' about death
 Let's take this talking of ours to bed
 You were chaste and cold
 You'll take it to the grave
 You only want me for my brain
 I will search you four more times until
 You give a satisfactory response
 I suppose I still would search you four more times until
 I get a better offer from a cheaper thrill
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 I'm in debt to whoever embalmed you
 I have never had the hots so damn bad
 Courting you is all I'm into
 Set my features because
 I'm ready
 I'm ready
 I'm ready
 I would do anything, anything
 The chase, the catch, the corpse
 Please hold up your end