Muscled and right
And it's night always at night
Cabs, cars and a bridge too far
A trunk full of kerosene
And rags and rubber gloves
This is love
Oh this is love
Vaselined against the flames
And no one's to blame
Really
No ones to blame ever
And the meatball hero in my fist
Tastes like I've never eaten one before
And I can't get enough and I need more
This is love
Oh this is love
Hunger, hungry, you and me
This is love
Oh this is love
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