Crime of Passion

Take me in your arms, snuff me with you charms

Crime of passion, crime of passion

When my soul has fled keep my carcass in your bed

Hard time ration

Yeah, what a way to go, think of my death throe

It would thrill me, it's gonna thrill me

What a way to die, wedged inside you pie

It would kill me, it's gonna kill me

Well it's a kind of suicide that simply must be tried

Must be delicious, hey, it must be delicious

Hey, you call a different kind of race, that silly smile upon my face

It'd be suspicious, probably suspicious