Going through that open door
Where pleasure's running wild and sore,
I want to find myself a little love, but I find cherubs with big old horns.
The plan has failed to kill the love inside my heart.
I will not lie to my burning flesh and soul.
Do it today, got to do it!
Lie to myself, lie to my soul.
Love comes like a bright/bad idea,
We can't revolt or run away.
The hunt is my favorite part,
Just like it's the animals instinct to seek a partner.
The plan has failed, to kill the love inside my heart.
I will not lie to my burning flesh and soul.
Do it today, got to do it today!
Going through that open door where pleasure is running wild inside my head.
I want to find myself a little love, but I find cherubs with big old horns.