It seems your ginger flavor on your chin I love to taste it, I used to kill for it I join our freckles, drawing hearts in our faces It's your skin, my red love, my tender beam of light Cut their fingers to make my lipsticks I'm your glory, your faith and your sin Taste my tongue and my hand You are my lover, my dirty bloody gun Cut their fingers to make my lipsticks I'm your glory, your faith and your sin Taste my tongue and my hand You are my lover, my dirty bloody gun Use my glasses, hide the traces Make these tombs some honey holes