The Head of the Love Club

Tell me like a riddle, catch my tears like desert drops Water like a fountain on my Sahara, you're my love Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive I can sell you something, I'm a product, not a girl Baby, I'm a robot, but I think that I'm in love Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive And I'm low, la-la-la-low, and I know the way to go 'Cause I'm in la, la-la-la-love with the head of the love club Sometimes I awake at night to drink my man to death Moonlight shines upon the white sheet, empty to my breath When I see his hands, I know they aren't clean of her stench But my love's holy water, in my hair, his hands are cleansed I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in La, la-la-la-la-love, and I'm never growing up I'm in la, la-la-la-love with the head of the love club Said I'm low, la-la-la-low, and I'm never growing old I'm in la, la-la-la-love with the head of the love club