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

[x4]

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

[x4]

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.

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