Love I said real love, it's like feeling no fear When you're standing in the face of danger 'Cause you just want it so much
A touch From your real love It's like heaven Taking the place of something evil And lettin' it burn off from the rush Yeah, yeah (fuck)
Darlin', darlin', darlin' I fall to pieces when I'm with you I fall to pieces My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme And all of my peaches (are ruined)
Love, is it real love? It's like smiling When the firing squad's against you And you just stay lined up Yeah (fuck)
Darlin', darlin', darlin' I fall to pieces when I'm with you I fall to pieces (bitch) My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme And all of my peaches (are ruined)
(Bitch) My rose garden dreams Set on fire by fiends And all my black beaches (are ruined) My celluloid scenes are torn at the seams And I fall to pieces (bitch) I fall to pieces when I'm with you
(Why?) 'Cause I love you so much, I fall to pieces My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme And all of my peaches (are ruined)
(Bitch) (Are ruined) (Bitch) (Are ruined) (Fuck)
Compositores: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant (ASCAP), Tim LarcombeEditores: EMI Music Publishing Ltd (PRS), Leonard Street Songs Limited (PRS)Administração: EMI Music Publishing Ltd (PRS), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCPublicado em 2017ECAD verificado obra #17329942 e fonograma #13628361 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM