Little Pig

I hear of the things that you'll do

Like a little piece of hell and baby it's true

I hear all the things that I've tried

but there's nothing on Earth

that kills me in your mind [it's true] . . .There's nothing so good as the heat

and a little piece of cheese exquisite and so sweet

I know that you're expensive

when you find your way to hell

but that's when the lying quitsWhat fancy this, You're his

and like a thousand times

I know when it's time to kiss

and with all the things we know we just can't missWhat fancy this, It's his

and like a thousand times

I know when its time to kiss

and with all the things we know I just can't miss