Stone Temple Pilots

Our bed we live, our bed we sleep
making love and I become you
flesh is warm with naked feet
stabbing thorns and you become me...
oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you.
she holds my hand we share a laugh,
sipping orange blossom breezes
love is still and sweat remains
a cherished gift unselfish feeling...
oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you.
she tells me things, I listen well