When you taste

The flesh and sweat

Of the one that you love

Do you feel

Like a cannibal

Like an animal

Just like a flood

And are you made

Like a vampire

A walking appetite

To destroy

Just like you planned it

Just like you planned it

Do you bruise

Every fruit

That may come

Unto your hand

Does it feel good

Does it feel sweet

To let the juice

Run down your chin

To take a walk

In the garden

Where it's always

Summertime

Just like you planned it

Just like you planned it

Just like you planned it

Aw, just like you planned it