Off My Tongue

One little pixie said she's ready to fly She got the tremors, and the gleam in her eye Up for days She still wants to feel Won't be long 'til she's burning holes in the walls She hears some boys who're raising hell down that hall And every time She's gonna knock 'em down There's cocaine on the dresser, no clue how I met her But I can't get that taste up off my tongue She likes to storm in at four o'clock in the morning So, baby, I'm addicted, get back on Oh, get back on Climbed down the ladder with some Stoli and scripts She's painting cherry onto quivering lips She's so cold Time to take a ride There's cocaine on the dresser, no clue how I met her But I can't get that taste up off my tongue She likes to storm in at four o'clock in the morning So, baby, I'm addicted, get back on Oh, get back on Every night, no disguise Nothing's changing the truth The cops arrive here, I say, "Fuck you, man, I can't escape I ain't no different than you No different than you" Well, there's cocaine on the dresser, no clue how I met her But I can't get that taste up off my tongue She likes to storm in at four o'clock in the morning So, baby, I'm addicted, get back on Oh, get back on