:-)

Sour as my fingers
Dirty pick pocket
I can still taste you
I won't wash my hands
Red is the color
Of the sun with my eyes closed
I can still taste you
And I will again

Woman please I'm in your possession
You are my obsession
Let me go down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down

Down little place it digs to go
Down little place it digs to go
Down little place it digs to go
Down little place it digs to go