We're making this bus together You're taking my mind off of the pressure I'm gone with the wind, high like a feather Your love is like codeine Girl, I get stoned on you Rubbing my palms on you Nothing else burns like you Ripping my shirt off you There's something about the way you shiver Even in the morning Girl, I get stoned And I'll take a bullet for you right now Just to keep you in my lungs Girl, I get stoned on you Rubbing my palms on you Nothing else burns like you Ripping my shirt off you Oh yeah My fingertips on your lips Are raising hands down your hips Girl, I get stoned on you Rubbing my palms on you Nothing else burns like you do Oh no, I get stoned on you Girl, I get stoned on you Rubbing my palms on you Nothing else burns like you Ripping my shirt off you No, you'll get me stoned Out of my mind Out of my mind