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 the 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 six were nine, I'd lose my mind Yeah, I'd 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...
Demolition - delicious - devil-licious - 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 synch - 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