Hypothetical

Checked with original booklet

Fuck

 

I've got these hands to hold you

This mouth will chew and swell

Like butterflies inside you

Perfuming what you sell

 

I know that I'm reaching

That churning, burning heart

I see the sweat is beading

From what I peel apart

 

Oh, you don't know

What im gonna do to you

So hypothetical

So hypothetical

 

Fuck

Hypothetical

Let's fuck

So hypothetical

 

You've got the hands to be tied

Slip out from skin so cold

I've got the folds to be blind

Let's see what you like most

 

I cannot break the fever

The pounding of your soul

My little love receiver

You make me lose control

 

Oh, you don't know

What I'm gonna do to you

So hypothetical

So hypothetical

 

Fuck

Hypothetical

Lets fuck

So hypothetical