David KushnerSkin And Bones

I fantasize to feel you like a bullet
And all your layers to the fullest
But the heavens won't condone it, mm
You deceivin', wayward woman
You're a false prophet at the pulpit
The condition of your soul is erodin'
Wrap me in your skin and bones, yeah, you're electrical
Oh, I'm gonna lose control, yeah, as you pull me close