o.i.l. (can't get enough of that sticky)

Lyrics

tell me you love me, i think about it every day. addicted to the sweet sticky stuff, that makes a man a slave. i just need another hit, just another sip, from that bright black pump. keep your drink dough and drugs, there's only one kinda 'crude' that i love. can't get enough of that sticky stuff, yeah i would kill for the thrill, and i regularly do. popping bottles of black bubbles baby, you gotta do what you gotta do. i just need another hit, just another sip, from that bright black pump. and if you stop me having more, then i tell you there'll be war. can't get enough of that sticky stuff, sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky, make a kind man wanna be rough. sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky, make the gentle wanna be tough. sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky, make a good girl wanna be bad. sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky, drive sane folks totally. mad. sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky, make a kind man wanna be rough.