Wicked Styley

When the sun sinks

And your skies all fade so low

Looking to the hills

For something new

And by the time it feels like

I should say I've tried, oh, well

You're heading for the hills

To change my mood

You amaze me

Fill me up with your words so crazy

You know you got a wicked style

I can feel it when you're over

I can feel it when you're

And when the sun sinks

And your skies all fade to hell

You look anyway, but down

You catch yourself

You catch a plane

You catch a phase

Someplace new like Chicago

Well, I'll be there by tomorrow

You amaze me

Fill me up with your words so crazy

You know you got a wicked style

I can feel it when you're over

You amaze me

Fill me up with your looks and faces

You know you got a wicked style

I can feel it when you're over

Hey, that's the cost of kicking

I can feel it when you're over

I can feel it when you're over

I can feel it when you're over

See, I can feel it when you're over

And you taste like Coca-Cola