Amore, Amore Amore
Hon, we just washed up on shore
Taking all that God gave for granted
And just the thought of you in the gutter
Ass up, laced out dripped in leather
When I think of it the more that I want to

Let you get the best of me
Just when I need to come clean

Amore, Amore Amore
Like we just washed up on shore
It’s like all, all our thoughts have ended up slanted
So we drift sideways
Into the stars, we gaze
Might fall asleep for days
Post up here like we in the grave

And everyone wanna act like they someone
Everyone swing in hard like they got one
Fuck it, I’m the only son

And she gets the best of me
Where we can both come clean
She’ll crawl up right in between
And cause the biggest of scenes
Let’s get you out of them jeans
Come be my smut magazine
She’ll hang me high from the beams
And watch me burst at the seams

Amore, Amore Amore