I got your skinny hips Machine gun in the brain Someone light the touch paper You're napalm, crack c**aine You lick the itch You trip the switch You lick the itch You trip the switch Ooh (You're a line, my wine) I'm sitting on a stockpile Someone light the fuse I'll make a pretty f**ing mess When I rain down on you I got your skinny hips Machine gun in the brain Someone light the touch paper You're napalm, crack c**aine You lick the itch You trip the switch You lick the itch You trip the switch Ooh (You're a line, my wine) I run a million miles I burn it in the dust I got a double helix We keep it between friends Someone stole the other half To drive me round the bend You lick the itch You trip the switch You lick the itch You trip the switch You lick the itch You trip the switch You lick the itch You trip the switch