Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Matthew Wilson Mayfield
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