Spikey, I'm skin-tight jeans, I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way, babySpikey, I'm skin-tight jeans, I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way, babyTad's if you want, till the dirty is done, there's a star at the end of the nightBut if you're looking for a man, so it's just a reflect in the sunBaby, I'm gonna pull up a fight and you can just sit thereTad's if you want, till you fall out of place, and you crash in the back of the carBut if you want me, I'll be cute, send the cash, then get out of my faceDon't push my notes, just fall, fall, fall
