Texte d'origine - Anglais - Sucker love is heaven sent you Pucker up our...

Sucker love is heaven sent you
Pucker up our passion's spent
My heart's tart, you're bodies rent
My bodies broken your's is bent
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed
'cos there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you

Sucker love a box I choose
No other box I choose to use
Another love I would abuse
No circumstances could excuse
IN the shape of things to come
Too much poison, come undone
'cos there's nothing else to do