Loveless
If love was never an emotion
Lust would have to make do instead
Counterfeit a kind of devotion
Think it's bout high time I break you in
I'd like to peel the plastic off of the sofa
And wrap it round my new unfortunate friend
And when the sweat becomes a new kind of flavour
I'd brand it love
The taste of cardinal sin
If love was never an emotion
Lust would have to make do instead
Counterfeit a kind of devotion
Think it's bout high time I break you in
I'd try to sell it to the right kind of buyer
The kind of sucker who has too much too spend
And when I find them crawling back for another
I tell them love
Is something they can't comprehend
If love was never an emotion
Lust would have to make do instead
Counterfeit a kind of devotion
Think it's bout high time I break you in
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
If love was never an emotion
Lust would have to make do instead
Counterfeit a kind of devotion
Think it's bout high time I break you in
Lust would have to make do instead
Counterfeit a kind of devotion
Think it's bout high time I break you in
I'd like to peel the plastic off of the sofa
And wrap it round my new unfortunate friend
And when the sweat becomes a new kind of flavour
I'd brand it love
The taste of cardinal sin
If love was never an emotion
Lust would have to make do instead
Counterfeit a kind of devotion
Think it's bout high time I break you in
I'd try to sell it to the right kind of buyer
The kind of sucker who has too much too spend
And when I find them crawling back for another
I tell them love
Is something they can't comprehend
If love was never an emotion
Lust would have to make do instead
Counterfeit a kind of devotion
Think it's bout high time I break you in
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
Pack it tight
Sell it cheap
Get it to your door
If love was never an emotion
Lust would have to make do instead
Counterfeit a kind of devotion
Think it's bout high time I break you in
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Writer(s): Thomas Adams
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