Carl L. Marsh)


my baby works like a miner do
she treats my body like
a mountain range
some people say
gotta look out for her
some people tell me
that my baby's strange

love kills
love kills

my baby stands like an oil rig stands
she drills as deep as the ocean floor
some people say
enough's enough
but my baby she just drills
some more

love kills my baby
love kills my baby
love kills my baby and me

my baby turns as the planet turns
she rolls the world from day to day
some people say
the earth could move
but i know that's just my baby's w