i smell your skin, cool and soft against my lips.   i feel the knife steel against my fingertips.      and i know i can't resist...   you will be a meal for me.   i've not decided how.      brazed or stewed or fried or grilled   oh, i will eat you now.   oh yes i have to eat you now.      you fill my soul with flesh so sweet.   you are good enough to eat.   my idea of heaven that i see   is a slice of you staring up at me.      please say you will. say you'll do it just for me.   please say you will be my dinner, lunch and tea.      served with peas and celery...      oh why must i possess you?   why must i digest you   when every single bite i take   gives me chronic stomachaches?      oh i smell your skin, cool and soft against my lips.   i, i fear that pain.    you can marinate a bit.   you must marinate a bit.      you fill my soul with flesh so sweet.   you are good enough to eat.   my idea of heaven that i see   is a slice of you staring up at me.      is a slice of you staring up at me...      is a slice of you...      (you always eat the one you love.)