Muerde Drive

(ahhhh) I said, “Careful, I bite”

You said, “I don’t mind”

I said, “You won’t like it”

You leaned in closer

So don’t flinch when the teeth go in

Don’t act surprised when the jaw locks tight

You had the door,

you had the exit

You chose the flavor

MUERDE!

Take it to the bone,

let it sting

MUERDE!

I’m the taste you can’t rinse off Chew it up,

spit the sweet part out

You’ll come back for the bitter— MUERDE! (Eh-Eh)

I said, “Careful,”

once

I said, “Careful,”

twice

Now you’re tracing the marks like a map

Saying, “Bite me again” (snaps)

You could’ve left at the door

You lingered

That’s not my fault

That’s your appetite

(muerde… muerde…)

AH! Come on!

Bite! (Muerde)