Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly wed?
If all this heat´s doing
Is making us stick to the bed
Then there is no life to revive

But if the hunger´s still there
Buried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom
We´ve been trying to hide
Then dig it up and devour
And it seem more like a song
And less like it´s math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And it seem more like a song
And less like it´s math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And it seem more like a song
Yea more like a song
And the truth is that I can´t hardly wait
I don´t care if we stay up too late
Don´t answer the phone

Don´t answer the phone
And it seem more like a song
And less like it´s math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And it seem more like a song
And less like it´s math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like that
And bite me like, scratch me like that
And the truth is that I can´t hardly wait
And it´s so bad, I can´t concentrate
Don´t answer the phone
Don´t answer the phone
And it seem more like a song
And less like it´s math
If you pull on my hair

And bite me like that
It seem more like a song
And less like it´s math
If you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like that
Scratch me and bite me