Passion is that of a brook that is dried
I really want your organs deep fried
Fishing is your love, but people are mine
I'll saute your liver with onions and wine
Your screaming and crying, like a melodic beat
I'll laugh as I cut you and turn up the heat
A dash of salt, a pinch of paprika
I toss in your legs and I scream, "Eureka!"
One special night changed us forever
I bit off your finger, you said, "Eh, whatever!"
No burger, no chicken could sate my desire
To pluck out your eyeballs and set you on fire
From your supple nips to your soft skin
From your fluffy lips to your double chin
I can imagine your body, covered in sweat
And oil, and vinegar, and soy sauce: dripping wet
Forever and ever, I wish you would stay
I'll freeze your leftovers, no one can take you away
Your hands in the oven, I wonder what's next
I can slice you and dice you and mix you with Chex
Your flesh will last forever until it is no more
And all your blood is drunk and all your toes are stored
Passion is that of a brook that is dried
I really want your organs deep fried
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