tango

i know what i like, do you know what i need
pistons burning hot but the engine is clean
candle drips of burning wax, you cant wash it away
leather tight and rug burns wont give it away

now, come on
yea, come on

the only thing better then bruising a bone
the taste of your breath so dont leave me alone

anymore

now, so come home
yea, and come on

i know what i like and i got what you need
heavy taste of metal and your sugar gasolene
aint gonna waste a goddamn thing
now were burning clean

so, just come on
yea, come on

the only thing better then breaking a bone
feeling of creating the scar, i cant do it alone

so, just come home
yea, come on