And I know you'll undress me
As the day drags on she says
I say it won't hurt this time
When I taste of your skin
And I see love as that which is not in vane
But then with each time I pray it my last
To god I entreat death for I am unchaste
Of love that tastes so stale
Nothing will be given to me
But you I will always have
You won't turn me away I know
Will you let me inside of you
Love was meant for a girl like you
When I taste of your skin
And I see love as that which is not in vane
But then with each time I pray it my last
To god I entreat death for I am unchaste
Love was meant for a girl like you More from Confession of Faith