Everything about the pulse
I'm begging for attention and a breeze
You can bum a cigarette
If you can guess the color of my sheets

Pull me where you wanna go
The bathroom, lock and shut the door
Swear you’re sick and I'm a cure
And sink your knees into the floor

Like boom, b-boom
Can you feel my hips?
I know you do, d-do
Can you feel the kick inside the room, r-room?
I wouldn’t finish
Nothing but lipstick
It’s hedonistic

Take a sip, cyanide
Swimming in your dilated eyes (oh-oh)
Know you wanna take it, tell me
Got you now, we’re holdin’ up the line

Pull me where you wanna go
The alley, pressed against a door
Please don't leave me wanting more
Just come and push me overboard

Like boom, b-boom
Can you feel my hips?
I know you do, d-do
Can you feel the kick inside the room, r-room?
I wouldn’t finish
Nothing but lipstick
It’s hedonistic