Wake Up Wendy Testo

Got this bug-eyed girlCold hand on my kneeFrozen teeth, chitter chatterShe's dresed up like a cemetary, like a cemetarySnow-bound all winterBlue lips on my cheekLittle tongue's prattlin', rattlin'Talking 'bout them hometown geeks, them home-town geeksWake up Wendy, smell the coffeeHelp me into your custom kitchenGimme a cup of that old black magicI wanna get me some of that old home cookin'Can you feel itIt's chilly and a-freezin'Wake up Wendy, moods are changingI got a reason, you got a feelingWake up Wendy, love's in seasonFeels like a steam cleanWhen she washes meValves a-bustin', pumps a-hissin'Just peel me off the ceiling, off the ceilingChill-eyed, bug-eyed girlZap me into cindersPop the thermal mumbo jumboMelt me with your little fingers, with your little fingers