You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help—for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls / in your arms . . .

I slept alone for many whole nights / but one more minute / and I will kill you
you look at me as if you had no eyes / but when you touch me / I have no skin

You made love to a photocopy, and left the room in perfect order
by leaning out of the window / and traveling by ambulance

strangling me with your love…  (x 4)

You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help—for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls, in your arms
(chokin’ to death)

strangling me with your love
(chokin’ . . .)

strangling me with your love
strangling me with your love