Spiritual Front - No Kisses on the Mouth (acoustic version) Lyrics

These are no streets for my heart
Nor voices can make my naked body shiver
But I need a, need a slave
Who will stab me and
A faithful dog that will devour my body
Love me while I confided you my intensions
‘cos you know I will fail
Love my childish purity
‘cos you know I'd lick
Every sin your flesh
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
I've lil' in my pocket
Just some sand and some stupid truth
But enough to redeem your lack of style
And your vague sense of duty
My certainty falls
While your salvia tastes like my sex
My tongue furrows your seal
While the night whispers our end
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that of needing always an accomplice