Fruit on the vine.

You get yours, I get mine.

Meat on your bones.

They won't know, they won't know.

[Chorus]

I loathe your face, just get away.

I'm on my knees, fuck you, fuck me.

I'm on my way, to feel you, dislocate. Saving your space.

I'm open, wide open.

[Chorus]

I loathe your face, just get away.

I'm on my knees, fuck you, fuck me.

Like me, like me, like me.

[Chorus]

I loathe your face, just get away.

I'm on my knees, fuck you, fuck me.

Me, me, me.