i have seen you in the turkish baths i didn t know whether to cry or laugh nakedness has a sweet sweet smell which sends me down to the pits of hell the steam that rises form the water tells me you re satan s daughter if i am the devil s son then into the darkness we should run if sodomy is not just for animals human flesh is not just for cannibals i ll feast on your body if you ll feast on mine cause blood is thicker and redder than wine oh lay ourselves out upon the table ravish each other till we re no longer able when juices mix in the heat of the fray it ll make a formidable marinade if i put my hand in pandora s box and i was smitten by a deathly pox if i was a leper or the warts on a toe would you think well of me when i go if i wrote my name with a razorblade in the palm of your hand would it still fade if i kissed your lips would you think it wrong or would you come along with me if sodomy is not just for animals human flesh is not just for cannibals i ll feast on your body if you ll feast on mine cause blood is thicker and redder than wine oh lay ourselves out upon the table ravish each other till we re no longer able when juices mix in the heat of the fray it ll make a formidable marinade i ll roast you on the spit like a fatted calf when you re done i ll split your body in half climb into your redenned core curl up tight and close the door in your body i ll dream of things like geese and mustard cabbages and kings thermos full of chocolate sauce and men who live on only remorse if sodomy is not just for animals human flesh is not just for cannibals i ll feast on your body if you ll feast on mine cause blood is thicker and redder than wine oh lay ourselves out upon the table ravish each other till we re no longer able when juices mix in the heat of the fray it ll make a formidable marinade