Wanna drink your blood
I wanna see how good you taste
Wanna see what's pumping through those pretty blue veins
Baby, sit down on the bed, I’ll get the razor blade
And a glass cup from the kitchen
I'll cut you bad you might need stitches
We'd look like we’re murder victims
I bet your blood tastes exquisite
I swear I would treat you different
I swear I would treat you different
I swear I would treat you different
I swear I would treat you different