Searchlights on the skyline
Just looking for a friend
Who's gonna love
The snipers are passed out
In the bushes again
I'm glad I
I met you at JC Penney
I think your nametag said
We like the boys
With the bullet proof vests
We like the
Hot milk
Mmmm...tweak my nipple
Champagne and ripple
Shamans go cripple
My sales
Don't take your red ribbons off
You're about to make a
I'm mixing business with leather
Christmas with Heather
Freaks flock together
I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a
Don't tell your right hand baby
What your left hand do
You
The countryside is overgrown
There's a lighthouse in her soul
Wrestling with
Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight snacks
Don't take your red ribbons off
You're about to make a
I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a
Don't tell your right hand, baby
What your left hand do
You