Feed your instincts, theyre always right,
and listen to your lover at night,
dont ask me why they all seem to die,
and lovelife for it may never come right,
Feed the two woes inside your mind,
one jealous and bitter, one kind;
and you decide which mouth to feed;
you let the other one die.
and lovelife for it may never come tonight,
lovelife for it may never come right.

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS