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I would not sink my teeth into your heart That I'll pursue your love with all my art, Then thrust my hatred in you, bone to bone. I would not sink my teeth into your heart And drag you off to ravish like some tart Whose body will disgust me when I'm done. But I give you fair warning 'ere we start That I will rip your rhapsodies apart And turn your sweet illusions into stone. I would not sink my teeth into your heart. Instead, I'll share with you the funeral cart That slowly takes our love to its last home. But I give you fair warning 'ere we start As you attempt our harmonies to chart: I will not for one agony atone. I would not sink my teeth into your heart, But I give you fair warning 'ere we start. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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