You are the loaded gun sticking in your face Like a stupid child on her roller skates Like a bad sound now that makes you swing
She like a jet plane gliding across your mind Like a butterfly, like a lullaby Like a bad kid playing on the swing
And she gonna walk like a bass line And she gonna talk with her skin And she gonna stalk you like a feline She slipping off like static across the screen
Don't know where she's gone, don't know where she's been She's the bad sound now that makes you swing
And she gonna walk like a bass line And she gonna talk with her skin And she gonna stalk you like a feline And she gonna walk like a bass line
And she gonna talk with her skin And she gonna stalk you like a feline
Walk walk like a bass line Stalk you with a feline mind