Is the passion all gone?   Or is it still newly-wed?   If all this heat's doing   Is making us stick to the bed   Then there's no life to revive   But if the hunger's still there   Burried somewhere inside   Covered up by the boredom   We’ve been trying to hide   Then dig it up   And devour   And it'll seem more like a song   And less like it's math   When you pull on my hair   And bite me like that   It'll seem more like a song   And less like it's math   When you pull on my hair   And bite me like that   It'll seem more like a song   Yeah more like song   And the truth is that I can hardly wait   I don’t care if we stay up too late   Don’t answer the phone   Don’t answer the phone   And it'll seems more like a song   And less like it's math   When you pull on my hair   and bite me like that   It'll seems more like a song   And less like it's math   When you pull on my hair   And bite me like that   And bite me like that   And bite me and scratch me like that   And the truth is that I can hardly wait   And It's so bad I can’t concentrate   Don’t answer the phone   Don’t answer the phone   And it'll seem more like a song   And less like it's math   When you pull on my hair   And bite me like that   It'll seems more like a song   And less like it's math   When you pull on my hair   And bite me like that   And bite me like that   And scratch me and bite me like that