These are no streets for my heart Nor voices can make my naked body shiver But I need a, need a slave Who will stab me and A faithful dog that will devour my body Love me while I confided you my intensions 'Cos you know I will fail Love my childish purity 'Cos you know I'd lick Every sin your flesh The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice I've lil' in my pocket Just some sand and some stupid truth But enough to redeem your lack of style And your vague sense of duty My certainty falls While your salvia tastes like my sex My tongue furrows your seal While the night whispers our end The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice