Misfits

If I cut off your arms and cut off
your legs Would you still love me
anyway? If you're bound and
you're gagged, draped and
displayed Would you still love me
anyway? Cutting with the knife
blood is spilling everywhere She
will be my wife Secondary spine,
incisions must be accrute I know
just what to do My hands are
trembing I can't spare to slip up
with this knife Her beauty so
illogical The beast come gliding in