Was I only good to touch,
When your ice veins burned.
When liquor was on tap,
It's only then you returned.

It's not sweet nothings
Baby, you whispered to me,
It's the freeness of tomorrow,
And the no girlfriend guarantee.

It wasn't love you had
As you pushed in fingertips,
It wasn't love you had
as raw lips smashed lips.

And amongst satin sheets,
Two bodies slide around.
Lust, lies and passion,
Lay strewn on the ground.

Maybe tomorrow,
You'll love me tender.
Maybe tomorrow.