I Wanna Fuck You Till I'm Dead (Explicit)

I Wanna Fuck You Till I'm Dead (Explicit) - Yacht

Written by：Claire Louise Evans/Jona Bechtolt/Robert John Kieswetter

And the mountains in your backyard

The marvel of your skin

And the fragments of your memory

The tenderness within

And the dishes in the kitchen

The flimsiest disguise

With a rabbit in your head lamps

Compassion in my eyes

And the flowers in the garden

The windmills of your mind

And the echo of your teardrops

Your upfront loud behind

It's a shame to be polite now

To hesitate's a sin

Coming up and up my mind babe

And let the news rush in

I wanna hold you in the gilded morning

I wanna love you in the secret night

Don't wanna let go until my life is over

I wanna f**k you till I'm dead

It must be something that you said

I wanna f**k you till I'm dead

And the crystals of your laughter

The landscape of your face

With your cat shut in the bathroom

Dog in outer space

And the texture of your muscles

The staleness of your lips

And your groovy doobie woobie

Your silly skinny hips

Gonna meet you at five thirty

On the bridge of Camden lock

And your face is kinda dirty

As you fidget in your frock

And the honeymoons a killer

In my dark and sweaty room

Gonna make love last forever

On the dark side of your moon

I wanna hold you in the gilded morning

I wanna love you in the secret night

Don't wanna let go until my life is over

I wanna f**k you till I'm dead

It must be something that you said

I wanna f**k you till I'm dead

I wanna f**k you till I'm dead

I wanna f**k you till I stop

It must be something that you said

I wanna f**k you till I'm dead

It must be something that you said

I wanna f**k you f**k you till I'm dead

I wanna f**k you till I'm dead

I wanna f**k you till I stop