F.W.O.T. (Favourite Waste Of Time)

Lemon drops, cherry pie
Your lips look so sweet please let me try
Please let me taste you
Flask of whisky tied to your thigh
My heart is pounding
My throat is dry
My throat is dry
Should I surrender
Or should I fight
You’re so uplifting
I’m only drifting
Sent from heaven?
Arose from hell?
Where you came from
I can not tell
I can not tell
Those goddamn wires
Of course this is my car
I’ve just lost the keys
There you go
Come on, jump in
Let’s get going, quick