(G. Thomas)
Pad the walls.
Lock the door.
I don't wanna hear
it when her -
her passion calls
I won't...
hear it. I won't...
hear it, hear it, hear it!
No, no, no, but I lie.
Draw the blinds.
Seal the gates!
I feel she's comin'
and I feel that it's too late.
But I won't...
hear it. I won't...
hear it, hear it, hear it!
No, no, no, but I lie.
Oh, she knows that
I would crawl
I'd go tearin' down the walls
when I...
hear it -
Her passion call.
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calls all night.
Ah, you know, you
know she says,
"I feel the same way...
about you"
(And the big head speaketh:)
"Will you run for cover?
Or head for the hills?
Or be a willing victim to
her 1001 thrills?"
"Are you fool enough to think
she won't find you?
Hell, she's
knockin' at your
door
what will you....
what will, what will you do?"
"Oh, it's such a
sweet, sweet kill
as she swallows whole your will
when you...
hear it -
Her passion call."