Every You Every Me (Infected By The Scourge Of The

Sucker love is heaven sent you pucker up our passion's spent My heart's a tart your body's rent my body's broken yours is bent Carve your name into my arm Instead of stressed I lie here charmed Cuz there's nothing else to do every me and every you Sucker love a box I choose no other box I choose to use Another love I would abuse no circumstances could excuse In the shape of things to come too much poison come undone Cuz there's nothing else to do Every me and every you Every me and every you Sucker love is known to swing prone to cling and waste these things Pucker up for heaven's sake there's never been so much at stake I serve my head up on a plate It's only comfort, calling late Cuz there's nothing else to do Every me and every you Every me and every you