A bit of friendly beastiality   With the stockings that I tied you up so easily   As the window breaks the window pain   Puts the hand in to the till to get some pretty change.   What love   What hate   Could reach the point of no return   What love   What hate   Could reach the point   Take you down into a dead end lane   Make me walk on broken glass   And let my liquid make petal coloured moves   Removes the lipstick stains that still remain   Am I still the same   What love   What hate   Could reach the point of no return   What love   What hate   Could reach the point   As I take you through the bedroom door   You can be my mother   You can be my whore   Take a lesson in geography   Wash me down in pepsi   Sweet obsess possess me   What love   What hate   Could reach the point of no return   What love   What hate   Could reach the point   What love   What hate   Could reach the point of no return   What love   What hate   Could reach the point