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 ship in pump
Keep your drink dough and drugs
There's only one kinda 'crude' that I love
(O.I.L.)
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 ship in pump
And if you stop me having more
Then I tell you there'll be war
(O.I.L.)
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
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(O.I.L.)
Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky
Make a kind man wanna be rough