"LIPS ON FIRE" [2012]


Mama rule the heavens 

With her pink tongue 

Got smoke in her eye 

But says she don’t feel nothin’ 

She ask for a drag 

And always ends up bummin’ 

Mama, oh, mama 

She got the sun a-scorchin’ 

Through her gold skin 

She bought sunglasses 

Then she couldn’t pay her rent 

I don’t wanna be 

The Sun Goddess’ Kid 

 

I just wanna 

Just wanna feel somethin’ 

And taste the sun 

On your lips 

 

Come on, baby 

Just dive into these good vibes 

You look like Betty Draper 

With your lips 

Lips on fire 

Can we get higher? 

 

Mama in the hot seat 

‘Cause she make the big boys blush 

My flesh go wild 

When she talk her makeup 

She grab for somethin’ 

And I feel Her Holy Touch 

But Mama, oh, Mama 

It ain’t too much 

 

Come on, baby 

Just dive into these good vibes 

You look like Betty Draper 

With your lips 

Lips on fire 

Can we get higher? 

 

Mama in my dream 

Just a-dancin’ on my car 

In New Orleans 

We pay a dame to flip our cards 

I got The Fool 

And Springsteen got The Star 

 

Ain’t that so hard? 

To know all your cards? 

And miss the sun 

On Mama’s lips? 

 

I wanna boogie with you 

It’s you, Ma