The Bones of What You Believe

Verse 1

Dirty little woman in a dirty little club
On the nasty side of Montreal
Had a look in her eye when she flicked on my switch
And we were headed to the bathroom stall

Now the dirty little secret is out
Taught me everything I know 'bout French that night
It's all in the muscles of the mouth

Chorus

She's turnin' up the heat
I'm heatin' up the grill
She's grillin' up the meat
I'm eatin' up my fill
And I fill her to the brim
She's pickin' at the bones
And she's screamin' for reprieve
But there ain't no God, we're alone
And here's a bone that you can believe