Love Her To Death

Driving slow bound in tortures of love
Out of my league... At least she thought that she was
At an A-list soiree
She turned up her nose
Funny how she's so down to Earth
On a lonely dirt road

Whoa, Whoa
Bloody flowers, cherry sours
I'm gonna love her to death
Love her to death

Cherchez le Femme! Paris, Minsk or Berlin?
She was out of reach and my patience wore thin
At an A-list soiree
She turned up her nose
Funny how she warms up to me
Once she's out cold

Whoa, Whoa
Bloody flowers, cherry sours
I'm gonna love her to death
Love her to death

Whoa, Whoa
I will swear "I do"
I'm gonna love her to Death

I swear that I'll have her for better or worse
To have and hold
In sickness and Hell
Til death do us part