The Power of Orange Knickers

The power of orange knickers The power of orange knickers The power of orange knickers Under my petticoat The power of listening to what You don't want me to know Can somebody tell me now Who is this terrorist? Those girls that smile kindly Then rip your life to pieces Can somebody tell me now Am I alone with this? This little pill in my hand And with this secret kiss, kiss Am I alone in this? A matter of complication When you become a twist For their latest drink As they're transitioning Can somebody tell me now Who is this terrorist? This little pill in my hand That keeps the pain living Can somebody tell me now A way out of this? That sacred pipe of red stone Could blow me out of this kiss, kiss Am I alone in this? The power of orange knickers Under my petticoat The power of listening to what You don't want me to know Shame, shame, time to leave me now Shame, shame, you've had your fun Shame, shame, for letting me think That I would be the one Can somebody tell me now Who is this terrorist? This little pill in my hand Or this secret kiss, kiss Am I alone in this? Kiss, kiss Am I alone in this? Kiss, kiss