my mouth is dry, my hands are dirty   yeah I can fly, but it's still early   the more I look at you is the more I feel the same   and I can always tell when somethings wrong      same routine, same old story   you smell like nicotine and you're drunk and horny   hate to see you go, but love to watch you walk away   you won't be gone for long      wicked woman you're so mad   what is wrong in your head?   wicked woman you're so mad   what is wrong in your head?      you're a fiend and you know it   you silly fiends you really show it   you've waited for hours and there's nothing left to give you   leave your footprints in the sand      you breathe the air and you know it   and when you sit and stare you can't control it   take a look at the photograph    and then the tears run down my window   and I'm the one guy here that understands      wicked woman you're so mad   what is wrong in your head?   wicked woman you're so mad   what is wrong in your head?      you're a fiend and you know it   you silly fiends you really show it   you've waited for hours and there's nothing left to give you   leave your footprints in the sand      the same routine, the same old story   you smell like nicotine and you're drunk and horny   hate to see you go, but love to watch you walk away   you won't be gone for long      you wicked woman   you wicked woman   you wicked woman   you wicked woman    you wicked woman