I walked into the hotel seeing the guest checking in. The water pipes had mold all over them. Getting a room for a fit of two. Knowing the bed will be in ruins and the neighbor knocking on our door, but I won't let them in.
During that time I'll be saying touch me, yeah. I want you to touch me there, to make me feel like I'm breathing. To make me feel human.
Before I make you fall "dead" we dance through the night with a vodka and a sprite in hand. And soon it will be a night you'll never forget. Then I say touch me, yeah. I want you to touch me there, to make me feel like I'm breathing, to make me feel human.
She sought a queen-sized bed. Then I said "Darling your looks can kill, so now you're dead."
So touch me, yeah. I want you to touch me there, to make me feel like I'm breathing, to make me feel human. I want you to make me........to never make you forget about my little death. Touch me, yeah. I want you to touch me there, to make me feel like I'm breathing, to make me feel..........feel like there's nothing there.........only your death on my hands..........try, no you will make me feel human........to make me feel human..........human again and again and again. Your my little death.................I'm human again.
