Pashernate Love
DAY, MORRISSEY, WHYTE
Pashernate love
In any form whether real or a dream
Pashernate love
Could make your sister erupt into wild blisters and boils
Oh, as for me it still doesn't understand me
It wouldn't lay one single finger on me
Pashernate love
Could make your grandmother zoom roller-skating back from the grave
Pashernate love
Could make your old daddy feel like he may have a reason to live
Oh, as for me it still doesn't understand me
And it wouldn't lay one single finger on me
I'm always there, it's always elsewhere
Whoah, Pashernate love oh, where are you?
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
