I don't wanna taste your taste in my mouth
And I don't wanna see your face in my space
Yeah, and I don't wanna ride to where you wanna drive me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, with your nine inch nails, you're gonna crucify me
And I know baby, wooh
Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright, well well
Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright
Someone's gotta bring the fire from the mountain, wooh
Bathed in holy water, gonna drink it till I'm drownin', uh
Well, she got me runnin' 'round with a pocket full of roses
Yeah, yeah, yeah, check me in, check me out, I think that she's knowin'
It's about time, baby, come on
Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright, yeah
Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright, pick it up
Alright (alright) alright (alright) alright
Baby, it's alright, yeah
Well, fell in love on a Saturday night
By Monday morning, we had our first fight
Got intense, but we're workin' it out
I can't believe the things comin' out of her mouth
Huh, yeah
Blue collar liberal, rollin' down the street
Eye contact, lookin' at you, lookin' at me, lookin' at you
What's up, baby?
What's goin' on?
Hey, alright
Come on now, uh
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
