Besedila: Kiss. Lick It Up. Fits Like A Glove.

Ain't a cardinal sin, baby let me in
Girl, I'm gonna treat you right
Well, goodness sakes
My snake's alive and it's ready to bite

Hornet's nest, lay me down to rest
Ooh, I wanna shed my skin
I got the urge to merge
You're as cold as ice, baby, won't you lemme in

Night scenes, wet dreams
Enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel

Don't like to dress, talk too good
But I found my queen
Not too clean, know what I like
If you know what I mean

Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
This must be love, fits like a glove
Well, it must be love, it must be love
Fits like a glove, fits like a glove

Feel the heat, driver's seat
My blessing is my curse
Think I'm gonna burst
I'm gonna burst, I'm gonna burst

Night scenes, wet dreams
Enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel

Ooh, baby, babe, fits like a glove
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Fits like a glove, fits like a glove

'Cause when I go through her
It's just like a hot knife
Through butter, ooh yeah

Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines

Fits like a glove, well it must be love
It must be love, fits like a glove
Fits like a glove, well it must be love
It must be love, fits like a glove
Fits like a glove