Lust for Kicks

He's got his plastic sneakers She's got her robuck purse He's got his butane flicker She's got it worse They're crazy about each other Like a misplaced fix They're mad about each other And they blame it all on the lust for kicks He's got his own dumb waiter She's reading one fell swoop He gets around to it later She fills the scoop They're crazy about each other Like a misplaced fix They're mad about each other And they blame it all on the lust for kicks They blame it all on the lust for kicks He's just a hit parader She's just a cycle ride He likes to masquerade her When she tells him lies They're mad about each other Like a misplaced fix They're crazy about each other And they blame it all on the lust for kicks They blame it all on the lust for kicks They blame it all on the lust for kicks, kicks On the lust for kicks On the lust for kicks On the lust for kicks On the lust for kicks On the, on the lust for kicks