I am the cunning prince of thieves
I am the nagging bite of teeth
I am the tightest skirt unraveling
And the kiss upon your cheek

Most lies can put a man in a woman's burning fuse
Closed eyes can save a man from a woman's taste of fruit

As long as you refuse to believe
In the power of cold showers
You'll continue to excuse
The receiving end of cowards

I swear to the few who drowned in doubt
And I've come here to warn you
For the ghost can see you now

Chemicals and cannibals
This kiss becomes medical

Fire up the engines
We're getting lost in her hair
I can smell the sulfur burning
Sweet sex in the air

Adrenaline and hormones
Become the pendulum inside your bones