Red sucker on the move
Down the street, me and you
I would let you take me out, but ill be at the beach
Gettin so gone with the girls on my street
That flannel you love and bought from ten deep
It's next to my bed it belongs to me
Smells like fire so sick with desire
Won't you come and manhandle me?
**** that guitar, boy be a drummer
Your chords feel good but sticks hit it harder
I've always loved the bass more than the melody
Didn't I tell you to party with me?