Buzzcocks

Well I know it's the night
but have you gotta beat the daylights out of me
I'm getting so god-damned bruised
I'll soon be softer than a stoned cherry
And when you let your flesh creep over me
you know I don't know what's come over me
something about the way you drool and kiss
makes love seem nothing like this
You tear me up
you grab what's mine
you tear me up
every single time
you tear me up
what a hideous crime
you tear me up