I got your skinny hips
Machine gun in the brain
Someone light the touch paper
You're napalm, crack cocaine
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
Ooh
(You're a line, my wine)
I'm sitting on a stockpile
Someone light the fuse
I'll make a pretty fucking mess
When I rain down on you
I got your skinny hips
Machine gun in the brain
Someone light the touch paper
You're napalm, crack cocaine
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
Ooh
(You're a line, my wine)
I run a million miles
I burn it in the dust
I got a double helix
We keep it between friends
Someone stole the other half
To drive me round the bend
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
You lick the itch
You trip the switch
You lick the itch
You trip the switch