I Wanna Be Your Original Sin

I saw you dining with Marquis de Sade
That libertine life is so old
I could care less what’s between your sheets
I want what’s under your skull
I saw you dancing the graveyard twist
That burial scene is so dull
I’m weeding the garden, raking the coals
Gimme the keys to your soul
I’ve got this vision boiling out my brain
Be my burning witch
Like a bathtub and a blow dryer, babe
I’ll be your perfect fit
I wanna be your original sin
I wanna be your original sin
I wanna be your original sin
I wanna be your original sin