[Verso 1]
Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly wed?
If all this heat is doing is making us stick to the bed
Then there is no life to revive
But if the hunger is still there, buried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom we've been trying to hide
Dig it up and devour
[Coro]
And it will seem more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that
And it will seem more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
Yeah, more like a song
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
[Verso 2]
And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
And I don't care if we stay up too late
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
[Coro]
And it will seem more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that
And it will seem more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that
And bite me like that
And bite and scratch me like that
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
[Verso 3]
And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
It itches so bad that I can't concentrate
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
[Coro]
And it will seem more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that
And it will seem more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that
And bite me like that
Scratch me and bite me like that
