O.I.L. (Can't Get Enough of That Sticky)

Tell me you love me, I think about it every day

Addicted to the sweet sticky stuff

That makes a man a slave

I just need another hit, just another sip

From that bright black (?) pump

Keep your drink dough and drugs

There's only one kinda 'crude' that I love

(O.I.L.)

Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Yeah I would kill for the thrill

And I regularly do

Popping bottles of black bubbles baby

You gotta do what you gotta do

I just need another hit, just another sip

From that bright black (?) pump

And if you stop me having more

Then I tell you there'll be war

(O.I.L.)

Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky

Make a kind man wanna be rough

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky

Make the gentle wanna be tough

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky

Make a good girl wanna be bad

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky

Drive sane folks totally... mad

(O.I.L.)

(O.I.L.)

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky

Make a kind man wanna be rough