Love You to Death - Type O Negative

In her place one hundred candles burning

As salty sweat drips from her breast

Her hips move and I can feel what they’re saying, swaying

They say the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get

Black lipstick stains on her glass of red wine

I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?

Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you’re saying, praying

They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get

I beg to serve, your wish is my law

Now close those eyes, and let me love you to death

Shall I prove that I mean what I’m saying, begging

I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get

Let me love you to

Let me love you to death

Hey am I good enough for you?

Hey am I good enough for you?

Am I?

Am I?

Am I good enough

For you?