Sick things in cars rotate ‘round my stars.
Sick things, my things, my pets, my things – I love you.

Things, I see as much as you love me,
You things are heavenly when you come worship me.
You things are filled with fright for I am out tonight.
You tell me where to bite, you whet my appetite.

I eat my things.
What love it brings.
Come here, my things.
Don’t fear my little things.

Things I see as much as you love me,
You things are heavenly when you com worship me.
You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight.
You things are paradise you whet my appetite.

Sick things in cartridge tapes my stars.
Sick things, pretty things, play things, pretty things, my things.

Things, I see as much as they love me,
You things are heavenly when you com worship me.
You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight.
You things are paradise, you whet my appetite.