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The Kill
STELLA LEFTY
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Mm-mm
I think I might just hate your guts
It's not just my intrusive thoughts
You bend to fit my every wish
I'm nauseous at the thought of it
Nobody shoots their prey in the backyard
Nobody's hot for a saint with a pure heart
It's tame, and it's safe, and it's lame, and it's just no fun
Is it me? Is it you? Am I just masochistic?
Kissing my neck, you're so sweet and submissive
Everything's right, so why does it feel so wrong?
Why does good love never hit me quite the same
As the push, the strain, the pull, the pain?
Why does good love never hit me quite the same
As the chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill?
The chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill
The kill
Oh-oh
I could break you, I could make you do anything I say
But baby, can't make this feeling go away
Nobody shoots their prey in the backyard
Nobody's hot for a saint with a pure heart
It's tame, and it's safe, and it's lame, and it's just no fun
Is it me? Is it you? Am I just masochistic?
Kissing my neck, you're so sweet and submissive
Everything's right, so why does it feel so wrong?
Why does good love never hit me quite the same
As the push, the strain, the pull, the pain?
Why does good love never hit me quite the same
As the chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill?
The chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill
The kill (ah)
Oh-oh
Mm-mm
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