Текст Blood On The Dance Floor – La Petite Morte

Intro:
Do you know what the french call an orgasm? La Petite Morte;
The little death. Let’s die a little. Any last words?

Verse 1:

Look into the mirror and tell me what do you see?
The other side is staring back at you and me.
Let’s flirt with fate we got a date with death.
Love me ’til you take out my last dying breath.

Pre-Chorus:
Hear the voices of the lost souls calling,
Succumb so sweetly as your heart rate’s falling,
From the oceans of the darkest depths.
Get closer and closer and closer to death

Chorus:
I will be your little death.
Wrap your hands around my neck.
Every little touch brings me closer to death.
Open up and suck out my last dying breath.

You can never use me.
You can never abuse me.
Life is beginning to slip away.
Divine intervention. La Petite Morte.

Verse 2:
I wanna know what’s under that filthy dress.
Don’t you wanna touch, my evil creeping flesh?
Put your lips on my vein and your hands around my neck.

I’ve gotta warn you, this is a suicide.
To take my middle finger for a fucking ride.
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you close your eyes.
Because you’re more alive right before you die.

Chorus:
I will be your little death.
(Fuck me, daddy) Wrap your hands around my neck.
Every little touch brings me closer to death.
Open up and suck out my last dying breath.

You can never use me.
You can never abuse me.
Life is beginning to slip away.
Divine intervention. La Petite Morte.

Bridge:
Take my life slice by slice.
I’ll be your sweet murder.
Sex and death, breath by breath.
Orgasmic revelation.

Chorus:
I will be your little death.
Wrap your hands around my neck.
Every little touch brings me closer to death.
Open up and suck out my last dying breath.

You can never use me.
You can never abuse me.
Life is beginning to slip away.
Divine’s intervention. La Petite Morte.

Outro:
Orgasmic revelation!