Текст:
I'll make it better
I'll make it better
You never have to worry about me
I'll make it better
Baby, there's no pressure
This love is made for us, you'll see
Fruit gets ripe, and it's love
Bite and angels sing up above
It's never enough just to say you're lovestained
Fruit gets ripe, and it's love
Bite and angels like to get rough
Tooth and nails when it gets too much
You need to make me lovestained