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You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
We'll invent new four letter words
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
Run through the fields, sing with the birds
You are the griddle, I am the meat
I'll turn you on like the electric company
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
Flick on the switch and light your pilot light
You are the griddle, I am the meat
You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
We'll laugh away our golden years
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
We'll line the clouds with silver tears
You are the griddle, I am the meat
You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading
Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
You are the griddle, I am the meat
You are the trick, I am the treat
You are the circus, I am the freak
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
You are the griddle, I am the meat
You are the trick, I am the treat
You are the circus, I am the freak
Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
Run through the fields, sing with the birds
You are the griddle, I am the meat
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
Flick on the switch and light your pilot light
You are the griddle, I am the meat
Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
You are the bitter, I am the sweet
We'll line the clouds with silver tears
You are the griddle, I am the meat
Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later
You are the griddle, I am the meat
You are the trick, I am the treat
You are the circus, I am the freak
You are the griddle, I am the meat
You are the trick, I am the treat
You are the circus, I am the freak
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This song is pure fucking audio-porn. No. It's better than porn.
This would have to be my favorite Lovage song. I'd say it's definitely about passionate, unstoppable, no-strings-attatched sex.
Lovage in general mixes the breathy feminine vocals with a bass singer to turn a binary into a powerful single voice.
GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!!! the breathy voices, singing together when they’re talking about their similarities and desires, and apart when highlighting the contrasts of their relationship roles is genius
but at the same time, they both fit together somehow: bitter & sweet, paintbrush & paper, trick & treat.
despite their differences though the song clearly shows they’re still crazy about each other ‘read the fine print later’ shows the desperation between the two of them and the fact they can’t wait any longer to begin to spot the potential warning signs of the other person
No comments? this song is money.
So much lust in this song...
Totally agree with all the posters before me! Not a single word I disagree with - thanks "others" :)
The most insane thing for me with this song is that I always accoutically heard "my blank, she a babay!". Until I read lyrics ... I still can't help it - since from what I feel while listening to it at this point of the song is like he's deeply summarizing how blown away he actually is while in a different world of lust and ecstacis.
Unfortunately as a non-native speaker though it's hard for me to understand the real meaning and expression between the lines.