[G]Love grows in [D]me like a t[Am]umor,[C] [G]parasites [D]bent on dev[Am]ouring its [C]host. I'm [G]developing [D]my sense of [Am]humor,[C] [G]till I can [D]laugh at my [Am]heart between your [C]teeth, [G]till I can [D]laugh at my [Am]face beneath your [C]feet. Chorus; [C]Skillet on the stove is [Am]such a temptation, [C]maybe I'll be the...