Dyed In The Wool Help me, I'm starting to expire. I hope that I can hire a helping hand. It's got a meaning, I really hadn't thought of. I really should take care of the things I have.
I have to hold you. Have to hold you in a headlock. I have to force you into wedlock. That's how I am.
I'm dyed in the wool. Dyed in the wool.(x2)
f**king love, when I should buckle down. And I shouldn't hang around, for what that's worth.
Can you forgive me? We're headed irrational. Freakish passion for passion, that's my curse. That's my curse.