Fajita!

I've got you in the mood to only ever touch me when you want

You're dancing in the hotel, hands are on your back

It makes me dumb

Tulip flavor

Now or later

Coming, coming down

Too silly, I'm too goofy for your touch

I need it, fills me up

Four-fifty, paid for dinner at the bar

Fajita, burn my tongue

I can give you everything you ever need or want

Always load me up, but never grab me by the gun

Like, ooh, like, ooh

I've got you in the mood to only ever touch me when you want

You're dancing in the hotel, hands are on your back

It makes me dumb

Tulip flavor

Now or later

Coming, coming down

All my hands are gone

I've lost them to the dealer

Moments painted on

I watch them from the theater

Oh, oh

Oh, oh