There are things that I saw living inside you.
Stolen fruit tastes oh so sweet

It?s not enough till we say it?s enough.
It?s never enough we don?t know when to stop.
It?s never enough we don?t see but it?s coming.

And then you push me
Giving in a little
Push me, Giving in a little
Makes me want a little more of you.
Makes me want a little taste of you.

Lend a hand, by biting the one that feeds you.
Hope it?s worth, what you did to me.

And all this time you?ve been building it up.
Just one little move brought it all to a stop.
Now you?ve done enough, time to take what is coming.

And then you push me
Giving in a little
Push me, Giving in a little
Makes me want a little more of you.
Makes me want a little taste of you.

And then you push me
Giving in a little
Push me, Giving in a little
Makes me want a little more of you.
Makes me want a little taste of you.

(Stolen sweets are always sweeter.
Stolen kisses much completer.
Stolen looks, so nice in chapels.
Stolen, stolen are your apples.)

It?s not enough till we say it?s enough. (2x)

And then you push me
Giving in a little
Push me, Giving in a little
Makes me want a little more of you.
Makes me want a little taste of you.

And then you push me
Giving in a little
Push me, Giving in a little
Makes me want a little more of you.
Makes me want a little taste of you.