Romance Is Dead - That Handsome Devil

Clothes are hanging off the chair

Sliding down her underwear

Breaking skin, leaving marks

Fitting, refitting, sweaty and hot

She like to look like she don’t care

Face all covered by her hair

«Romance is dead,"she said… «Let's fuck»

My hands down her pants and we’re back in the cab

And we push and we pull and we grab

Falling down, up the stairs

Let’s go somewhere, anywhere

Slipping in, leaving marks

Forcing, submitting, sweaty and dark

Whisper heavy on my ear

Face all covered by her hair

«Romance is dead,"she said… «Let's fuck»

Her hands down my pants and we’re back in the booth

And we love and we hate and we use

Who are you?

When nobody’s watching

No judgment, no morals, no lies and no talkin'

Me and you.

Fooling on top and

Bursting for something hungry and sloppy

Who are you?

When nobody’s watching

No judgment, no morals, no lies and no talkin'

Me and you.

Fooling on top and

Lusting for something hungry and sloppy

Clothes are hanging off the chair

Let’s go somewhere, anywhere

Breaking in, leaving marks

Forcing and fitting, sweaty and hot

She like to act like she don’t care

Face all covered by her hair

«Romance is dead,"she said… «Let's fuck»

My hands down her pants and we’re back in the bed

And we laugh, and we fall, and she said…

«The romance is dead»