Hypothetical
Thomas Borman, Terrence Matlin, Richard Z. Kruspe, Margaux Bossieux
FUCK
[Verse 1: Marilyn Manson]
I've got these hands to hold you
This mouth will chew and swell
Like butterflies inside you
Perfuming what you sell
I know that I'm reaching
That churning, burning heart
I see the sweat is beading
From what I peel apart
Oh, you don't know
What I'm gonna do to you
[Chorus:]
So Hypothetical
So Hypothetical
FUCK
Hypothetical
Let's Fuck
So Hypothetical
[Verse 2: Marilyn Manson]
You've got the hands to be tied
Slip out from skin so cold
I've got the folds to be blind
Let's see what you like most
I cannot break the fever
The pounding of your soul
My little love receiver
You make me lose control
Oh, you don't know
What I'm gonna do to you
[Chorus]
FUCK
So Hypothetical
Bitches!