Kind of Love

Lipstick stains on the carpet
All our clothes in the garden
Everywhere is Eden to us
That’s my kind of love
Cigarette in his big mouth
Dripping gold in the poolhouse
All laid out for the neighbors to watch
That’s my kind of love
Oh my God
Backseat ride to the emerald city
You make me feel, oh, so pretty
Handcuff me like a dirty cop
Fuck my safe word, don’t you stop
That’s my kinda, that’s my kind of love
That’s my kind of love
That’s my kind of love
Lipstick stains on the carpet
All our clothes in the garden
Every day is cosmic to us
That’s my kind of love
Just two kids on the highway
Keep on filling the ashtray
They won’t know what happened to us
Oh my God
Backseat ride to the emerald city
You make me feel, oh, so pretty
Handcuff me like a dirty cop
Fuck my safe word, don’t you stop
That’s my kinda, that’s my kind of love
That’s my kinda, that’s my kind of love
Oh my God
Backseat ride to the emerald city
You make me feel, oh, so pretty
When your eyes roll back too far
I know what you really are
That’s my kinda, that’s my kind of love
That’s my kind of love
That’s my kind of love