Bottoms Up For Cutie

Hide,
I think we need to hide
Where we can not be found
No no
Love
We need to be deceased
and throw away the cure
that’s love!
And when the time is here
then I will
Follow
I’m your very special stalker
I ain’t no creepy spider
'Cause I’ve got three legs
Crawling
The ceiling that’s above you
The walls that stay around you
Won’t keep me from this love
A job,
I really need a job
With cash and coffee breaks
Is that a job?
But I try!
Yes can’t you see I do?
Kind of doing it for you
That is love!
So tell me, tell me, tell me
More about you
And your dirty tricks
Come on now!
Tell me, tell me, tell me
All your secrets
All your dirty tricks