Hum Testo

she blew the whistle so...
it's time our spines and bones grind, we kissed under mistletoe
took up each others alone time
she made me hot cocoa, i added in shots of so-co
i love her southern comfort, she likes my california sunburn, i can be stubborn
but i was born solo, try to see myself die in a duo
maybe the light's too low

i'll get mine
she'll get hers i'll get what i have coming
she'll sing those things she's humming
we'll get on each others nerves
in such a good way

her tongue can melt the skin
then straight through, to the bone of my skeleton
a strip tease... the cheap thrill
my lips freeze... at her will, i either need her love, or prescription sleeping pills
tonight, i just can't keep still