Crime of Passion

Take me in your arms, snuff me with you charms Crime of passion, crime of passion When my soul has fled keep my carcass in your bed Hard time ration Yeah, what a way to go, think of my death throe It would thrill me, it's gonna thrill me What a way to die, wedged inside you pie It would kill me, it’s gonna kill me Well it's a kind of suicide that simply must be tried Must be delicious, hey, it must be delicious Hey, you call a different kind of race, that silly smile upon my face It'd be suspicious, probably suspicious