You were trying to kill me

With a hundred knives

You were trying to kill me

In my heart one hundred times



Tell me you were angry

That's why you said that

That's why you said that



I know you're there

I wish you'd talk

Should i stay on,

Or should i get off?



Roll over to me

Roll over

Roll over to me

Roll over



But there is nothing i'd rather do

Than spend all day in the sack with you

I want to mess up my sheets with you

There is nothing i'd rather do



You were trying to kill me

With a hundred knives

That was not the question

I thought you had inside



I know you're there

I wish you'd talk

Should i stay on,

Or should i get off?



Roll over to me

Roll over

Roll over to me

Roll over



But there is nothing i'd rather do

Than spend all day in the sack with you

I want to mess up my sheets with you

There is nothing i'd rather do