Widowmaker’s Mark

(yeah) Black lace hanging on the bedroom floor

You lock the lock

on the heavy oak door

Sweat is dripping

down the windowpane

We are playing

that game again

Your touch is burning up my skin

(oh yeah)

Let the real medicine begin

Now pull me under the waves tonight

She is the Widowmaker,

taking it all

Making me beg as I press to the wall

Harder and faster,

the fever is high

Loving me down till I am ready to die (whoa-oh)

Nails sinking deep

right into my chest

No time to breathe

and no time to rest

You want it raw,

you want the fire hot

Giving you

everything

that I have got

Your touch is burning up my skin

(oh yeah)

Let the real medicine begin

Now pull me under the waves tonight

She is the Widowmaker,

taking it all

Making me beg as I press to the wall

Harder and faster,

the fever

is high

Loving me down till I am ready to die (whoa-oh)

She is the Widowmaker...

(oh, she takes it all)

Harder, faster... Till I die... (ahahahaha)