Skin and Bones David Kushner

I fantasize to feel you like a bullet

And all your layers to the fullest

But the heavens wont condone it, mm

You deceivin, wayward woman

Youre a false prophet at the pulpit

The condition of your soul is erodin

Wrap me in your skin and bones, yeah, youre electrical

Oh, Im gonna lose control, yeah, as you pull me close