What a time to live, What a place to give yourself over to "over and over" to- What a world to be in. What a love to have, What a time to cry until you bleed yourself drier than so dry- What a world to die in. It's not so much to feel my touch upon your skin, so supple- it's a rush- your hand on my ass there's a sweet spot that no one else has got And I wonder how to let it all go... I'll never know if anyone finds that one spot ever again. And that's a shame, but there's no one to blame- not even you. No, not you, dear, not even you. What a kiss goodbye, What a lonely peck on the cheek so meek without force or passion- What a fashion to try. What a heart to break What a time to come- bring out the big gun, yeh, don't spare the ammo- What a time to fake it. It's not so much to feel my touch upon your skin. My heart is in your mouth and it's headed south, I can feel it. Don't know if I can deal. Your hand on my ass in the perfect spot no one ever got And I try to let go, yet I don't know if anyone will find it, that perfect spot again- just pierce my heart, take it apart. But there's no one to blame- and no shame in your fear. No shame on you. No, not you, love, no shame on you.