In the back of the room, there was a struggle that night
Definite violent clash, but no signs of a fight
There was a spark of lips
A gentle twisting of the hips
And it all goes down, Comes down to this
A glance of the eyes
One to the next
While the heat from below burns scars into legs
A movement of hands
Lets come to the point
Give in, Disarm or disappoint
Little deaths between each breath
He takes away... he takes away
And fade away into the next
Her pretty little heart, he takes away
In the back of her mind there was a thought that prevailed
The responsibility's hers and she cannot fail
When the currency is words, she'll be his faithful little whore
Her perfect purity hopes left to shatter
A meeting of eyes cannot disguise
The filthy hands that melt into her thighs
And the weight of the mouth
Lets come to the point
Give in, disarm or disappoint
Little deaths between each breath
He takes away... he takes away
And fade away into the next
Her pretty little heart, he takes away