Worry Songtext
von I Hate Sex

I′ll wait until you get home to pull my head from the oven
Most days we wear such heavy boots, we melt straight from the ceiling
But every day you scoop me up and mold me into something new

Please don't go, I′ll eat you up, I love you so
Please don't go

You sprout from my throat, past my lips
I miss you whenever you're not between my fingertips

Please don′t go, I′ll eat you up, I love you so