With the cops on your lips it's a holy routine
If you'd stop all your trips you could see what I mean
I forgot not to slip bout your under eighteen
You had it in your hands, had it in your hands
You had it in your hands, had it in your hands
Your hands
Leave it up to me
It's a known disease
Keep it in your fleece
Don't worry about the customs police, don't
I'll tell you just how good it could be this lazy summer
But you got no relief from the pain in your head
and it's hollow and greased and it says that you're dead
But you make fun and tease and the things that you said
They always stab your back, always stab your back
They always stab your back, always stab your back
Your back
Leave it up to me
It's a known disease
Keep it in your fleece
Don't worry about the customs police, don't
I'll tell you just how good it could be this lazy summer
They always stab your back, always stab your back
They always stab your back, always stab your back
Your back
Leave it up to me
It's a known disease
Keep it in your fleece
Don't worry about the customs police, don't
I'll tell you just how good it could be this lazy summer
Leave it up to me
It's a known disease
Keep it in your fleece
Don't worry about the customs police, don't
I'll tell you just how good it could be
And I've been holding out for love
ever since I had a heart