Let me wrap my hands
Around your neck
Let me wrap myself
Until you're red
And I'll never get sick
Of your lovesick tales of me
No, I'll never get sick of you
And not to pull your hair
But I'm in love with hell
And not to pull your hair
But I'm in love with hell
Let me wrap myself
In your bed
Let me wrap myself
Until I'm dead
And I'll never get sick
Of your lovesick tales of me
I'll never get sick of you
And not to pull your hair
But I'm in love with hell
And not to pull your hair
But I'm in love with hell
And not to pull your hair
But I'm in love with hell
And not to pull your hair
But I'm in love with hell