Darker The Better

I'm your poet You're my muse You can't help but to give me the blues Pull the trigger Pull the thread You're the voice inside my head Oh, all this need Oh, baby please I am on my hands and knees Hold me tight I'm locked up I know it's right 'cause we're fucked up! up! up! We're fucked up! Up! Up! We're fucked up! Up! Up! We're fucked up! I'm on my hands and my knees The darker the better The more that I love ya I'm on my hands and my knees The darker the better The more that I love ya The more that I love ya The more that I love ya And I love it, I love it This is all that I know And I love it, I love it Need you hard, need you most And I love it, I love it Hold me far, hold me close And I love it, I love it I love it, I love it I love it, I love it I love it, I love it We're fucked up! Up! Up! We're fucked up! Up! Up! We're fucked up! Up! Up! We're fucked up! I'm on my hands and my knees The darker the better The more that I love ya I'm on my hands and my knees The darker the better The more that I love ya The more that I love ya The more that I love ya