Nothing's prettier than a pretty girl digging a heart shaped hole in the ground Hear that sound? That's the fortress 'round your heart crumbling down Feeling likelike you kindalike the feelingfeel like fallinghead over heelsinto the holethat she's diggingand you're thinking you should go'cause you knowthat she wants the wrong kind of love, wants the kind of love you can't give her She wants the wrong kind of love, but you don't hold that against her, 'cause if that's the kind of love she wants, then that's just the kind of love you'll have to give her Come beg, borrow, steal, or fight, 'cause you never felt nothing so real or right as this wrongwrong kind of love Like a tombstone in a snowstorm, she's so cool, pale and gloomy Her affection for affliction's just sleight of hand---a stolen picture taken from some loving fool, who just like you, mutely surrenderedand this snapshot of the future is a map of your undoing'cause you know that you should go but you don't gothough she wants the wrong kind of love, wants the kind of love you can't can give her She wants the wrong kind of love, but you don't hold that against her, 'cause if that's the kind of love she wants, then that's just the kind of love you'll have to get her Come beg, borrow, steal, or fight 'cause you never felt nothing so real or right as this wrongwrong kind of love Your love's a tale told by idiots, signifying nothing more than a wise hunger for destruction, for in the temple of your loving, scrawled upon the wall just there behind the portrait of yourself there lies a prayer written in your hand, it says, "Girl, come and destroy me" And you knowwhy you don't go 'Cause you want the wrong kind of love, want the kind of love no one can give you You want the wrong kind of love, and she's just the girl to give it to you And if you beg to object, well I will beg you to reconsider 'cause this little twist in the story is just the seed of your salvation 'cause this wrongwrong kind of lovewrong kind of love
Is your kind of love