Autumn depression

"In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what
they're saying, swaying
They say the beast inside of me's
gonna get ya, get ya, get...
Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel
What you're saying, praying
They say the beast inside of me's
gonna get ya, get ya, get...
I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes and let me
love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying,
begging
I say the beast inside of me's
gonna get ya, get ya, get...
Let me love you to
Let meu?
Am I?
Am?
Am I good enough
for you?"