Disclaimer: The views expressed in the songs are not necessarily those of the authors. Anyone who sacrifices their hamster to the devil, urinates in graveyards, eats people, drinks their blood, keeps their partner in the fridge, seeks for love at the zoo, or any other act committed in these songs is a pratt, and does so as their own risk and responsibility.
I, smell your skin Cool and soft, against my lips I, feel the knife Still against my fingertips And I know I can't resist You will be a meal for me I've not decided how Braised or stewed or fried or grilled? Oh I could eat you now Oh yes I have to eat you now Chorus: You fill my soul with flesh so sweet You are good enough to eat My idea of heaven that I see Is a slice of you staring up at me Please. (Please) Say you will. (Say you will) Say you'll do it, just for me Please. (Please) Say you will. (Say you will) Be my dinner, lunch and tea Served with peas and celery Oh why must I possess you Why must I digest you When every single bite I take Gives me chronic stomach-ache Oh I, smell your skin Cool and soft, against my lips I, I feel that pain You can marinate a bit You must marinate a bit Chorus Is a slice of you staring up at me Is a slice of you You always eat the one you love