I can still feel your teeth marks in my neck,
Your footprints on my back.
And the gris gris you sprinkled in my bed,
Is starting to make me crack.
I can still hear your twang ringin' in my ear,
Your perfume I still smell.
You brought it way down below the Mason-Dixon line,
Like your mother, you're a southern bell.
CHORUS
I said Release Me.
But please don't let me know.
Release Me,
But please don't let me go.
1st Bridge
All my blood's still boiling.
Like a snake, you come coiling,
Ready to strike!