Haven't you heard the word of your body?

Just too unreal, all this

Watching the words fall from my lips

Baiting some girl with hypotheses

Haven’t you heard the word of your body?

Don’t feel a thing, you wish

Grasping at pearls with my fingertips

Holding her hand like some little tease

Haven’t you heard the word of my wanting?

Oh, I’m gonna be wounded

Oh, I’m gonna be your wound

Oh, I’m gonna bruise you

Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise