Hope is Better than Sex

Here he is And there she sits Just like they often do Soaking up love sweet rays Sponges in a moonlit pool Comfort, love, better days Scared from the world we run Fire and ice burn coldly here I shiver deep inside My love burns hot My blood runs cold And brimming with desire Short crest waves crashed on shore Breathing faster and yet faster Gasping and now choking Talking of eloping FUCK!