Die In Yer Arms

Girl, I wanna die in yer arms tonight

Really don't care 'bout the wrong or right

The fruit is forbidden, but it's sweet and it's ripe

Think I'm gon' pick me some and take me a bite

Baby girl looks so good, she walks so mean

Got a vicious little sway, I think she's semi-obscene

She'll pick ya bones clean, oh my God, she's so fine

She sweeter than the dew out on the grapes on the vine

I'm a picker, I'm a squeezer, I'm-a make me some wine

I'm a drinker 'til I'm crazy, I'm-a drink 'til I'm blind

I'm-a touch her so good

I'm-a treat her so fine

I'm-a make love to her soul

I'm gonna fuck 'er with her mind

I'm gonna die in yer arms tonight

I really don't care 'bout the wrong or right

The fruit is forbidden, but it's sweet and it's ripe

Think I'm gon' pick me some and take me a bite

Baby girl acts so proper, like daddy's little daughter

A wolf in sheep's clothing leading lambs out to the slaughter

She's lookin' so young, she's smellin' so pretty

She's a junkie on a binge, and her drug is the city

She's a vicious little biddy

Attitude is shitty

An' if I get my way, she pro'ly gonna come home with me

Talkin' good for nothin'

Eyes were made for cryin'

Bombs were made for droppin'

Girl, yer arms are made for dyin'

I'm-a die in yer arms tonight

I really don't care 'bout the wrong or right

The fruit is forbidden, but it's sweet and it's ripe

Think I'm gon' pick me some and take me a bite

I'm-a die in yer arms tonight

I really don't care 'bout the wrong or right

The fruit is forbidden, but it's sweet and it's ripe

Think I'm gon' pick me some and take me a bite

Die in yer arms tonight

Care 'bout the wrong or right

Forbidden, but it's sweet and it's ripe

Pick me some and take me a bite