Texty: Buzzcocks. Another Music In A Different Kitchen. You Tear Me Up.

Well I know it's the night
but have you gotta beat the daylights out of me
I'm getting so god-damned bruised
I'll soon be softer than a stoned cherry

And when you let your flesh creep over me
you know I don't know what's come over me
something about the way you drool and kiss
makes love seem nothing like this

You tear me up
you grab what's mine
you tear me up
every single time
you tear me up
what a hideous crime
you tear me up
you're a bloody swine

All this slurping and sucking
you know it's putting me off my food
you're noisier than a motorway
and about two times - three times as rude

You know you got such big eyes
they make me feel so small
my heart is only one mouthful
but you - you can have it all

You're just as hard as a pavement
and I don't know where my passion went
you think that maybe I could walk on you
you'd make a damned good anaesthetic - I'll say that for you