I don't mind your blood on my dick I don't mind your blood on my dick 'Cause when she got hit she got used to it I don't mind your blood on my dick Talk back to all the pin up ladies Coroner eyes dance so polite She draws a hot bath And sinks in with those blankets All those little birdies with plastic Down the aisles Let's wear the sunshine on our t-shirts Our t-shirts, pretty, pretty t-shirts If you don't mind my cum on your tits Then I don't mind your blood on my dick When I got down I got used to it It's love, it's love, it's love, it's love