My fire's burning low
As my song grinds out on the radio
I just want to move you slow and low
And shoot my eight ball in your corner pocket hole

Life's a gas or so it seems
You know, I blow a fuse when you come in my dreams
I've got this fear no kiss can cover
I know we need no help to hurt each other

If 6 were 9 I'd lose my mind
I go crazy for you all of the time
Please, little motor head, don't you whine
There'll be some peace at the end of the line

If six were nine, if six were nine
Demolition delicious devilicious
Don't listen, don't live, sick devil lives

Sick devil loves, sick devil loves sex
Devil loves it, don't you love it?
Don't lip sync, devil lovin', don't lock it, unlock it

Unlucky don't love sex, don't hate sex
Don't you hate sex, don't hate sex
Don't hate sex, you don't hate sex, don't hate sex

Like a shot of speedway methadrine
Coming on like a hot head machine
She's my only teenage dream
If you know what I mean