I steal your satellite
I want your wife to be my
Baby tonight, baby tonight
I’d like to pick your brain
Capture you, inject you
Leave you kneeling in the rain, kneeling in the rain
I’d like to be your emerald horny toad
I’d like to do it to your daughter on a dirt road
And then I’d spend your ransom money
But still, I keep your sheep
I’d peel the mask you’re wearing
And then rob you of your sleep, rob you of your sleep
