Pull My Hair

Is the passion all gone?

Or is it still newly wed?

If all this heat's doing

Is making us stick to the bed

Then there is no life to revive

But if the hunger's still there

Buried somewhere inside

Covered up by the boredom

We've been trying to hide

Then dig it up and devour

And it seem more like a song

And less like it's math

If you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And it seem more like a song

And less like it's math

If you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And it seem more like a song

Yea more like a song

And the truth is that I can't hardly wait

I don't care if we stay up too late

Don't answer the phone

Don't answer the phone

And it seem more like a song

And less like it's math

If you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And it seem more like a song

And less like it's math

If you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And bite me like that

And bite me like, scratch me like that

And the truth is that I can't hardly wait

And it's so bad, I can't concentrate

Don't answer the phone

Don't answer the phone

And it seem more like a song

And less like it's math

If you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It seem more like a song

And less like it's math

If you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And bite me like that

Scratch me and bite me