She moves the street way   A hitched up skirt, a symptom of the heatwave   She lets go, low grade   We can stay closed 'til 4 am the next day      If it's for 5 years   I get a fantasy breeding babies in my nightmares, my nightmares   If she goes the street way   I get a peepshow free and a pressure drop to get laid      If you're asking, well   I've just started on my breakdown   If you need to know   I've just started on my breakdown      She moves the street way   A pretty sweet blond, an illusion of the heatwave   I see her legs and shoulders   And picture myself as a missionary soldier      She kicks my mouth shut   Make me go down, take a pleasure pill, just throw up   (Goin' down, down, down)      She moves the street way   So anything goes to release me from the heatwave   Release me from the heatwave      If you're asking, well   I've just started on my breakdown   If you need to know   I've just started on my breakdown      Release me from the heatwave   From the heatwave   A pretty sweet blond, an illusion of the heatwave