Americocaine

Extreme

Compositor: Extreme

Alone all day, layin' with a toy
She don't care much for playing with the boys
Her finger twirls in her golden locks
She must have got lost lookin' for the jack-in-the-box

Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
(Just let your fingers) fingers do the walkin'
Powder cake body ticklin' your fancy
Nobody home sure comes in handy
I see, crack me a smile, twink your little eye
I know it's time, she better stop or she'll go blind

Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
(Just let your fingers) fingers do the walkin'

Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
(Just let your fingers) just let your sticky fingers do the walkin'