Sink my finger in your hair, the sweat and the
smell of our liquid affair, in a gasoline burn our
bodies will churn with a flick of the switch
you're plugged in to the itch...my battery got a
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/CkH ]charge with my finger triggering your sparkplug, I
felt that speedy booss when you bent down and
licked my boots heady and headed in the direction
of soma crash-car intersection it's called "why
don't we do it on the road" or at least that's
what I am told