Songtext von Filth

Love, I know you're scared And I'm underprepared But I promise I'll be here You'll be home soon, we'll get weird I've been saving up, I swear I couldn't be more sincere Love, I know I've room to improve I've been defensive and untrue I'm entitled, I'm a prude About just what it means to lose And how I can be abusive So tell me what would thrill you Or tell me what might kill you So tell me what would thrill you Or tell me what might kill you Love, I'll do my best to try and understand you So take my hand and we'll get going, nothing's planned But I want you to make demands I'll do the best I can Love, oh I'm a jerk I've turned this into work So just give the word And we'll turn love into a verb And all the filth that you deserve In all the ways you prefer So tell me what would thrill you Or tell me what might kill you So tell me what would thrill you Or tell me what might kill you Spell it out Spell it out Spell it out Spell it out