The Passion of Lovers (As Made Famous by Bauhaus)

She had napping arms that were hers to keep
And in her feet she saw cracked pleasures
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
Licked her lips and turned to feather
And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she'd keep
The little foxes were safe and sound
They were not dead, they'd gone to ground
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
She breaks her heart just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails and slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bitter to the letter
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'
'The passion of lovers is for death' said she
'The passion of lovers is for death'