Lips On Fire

Mama rule the heavens With her pink tongue Got smoke in her eye But says she don't feel nothin' She ask for a drag And always ends up bummin' Mama, oh, mama She got the sun a-scorchin' Through her gold skin She bought sunglasses Then she couldn't pay her rent I don't wanna be The Sun Goddess' Kid I just wanna Just wanna feel somethin' And taste the sun On your lips Come on, baby Just dive into these good vibes You look like Betty Draper With your lips Lips on fire Can we get higher? Mama in the hot seat 'Cause she make the big boys blush My flesh go wild When she talk her makeup She grab for somethin' And I feel Her Holy Touch But Mama, oh, Mama It ain't too much Come on, baby Just dive into these good vibes You look like Betty Draper With your lips Lips on fire Can we get higher? Mama in my dream Just a-dancin' on my car In New Orleans We pay a dame to flip our cards I got The Fool And Springsteen got The Star Ain't that so hard? To know all your cards? And miss the sun On Mama's lips? I wanna boogie with you It's you, Ma