Tekster: The Cure. Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me. Icing Sugar.

Your delicious
Dreaming
Slack jawed
Green eyed
Rub my nose in
Icing sugar

Smooth as
When this cold and deadly
Blade
Kissed the fruit
So soft and gently breathing
Under your skin

Oh, I'll empty you
I'll empty you
As empty as a boy can be
As empty
As a boy can be
[Incomprehensible]