Well, the first time that I saw you,
I could not speak a word.
My tongue was tied in giant knots,
I felt so disturbed
at the feeling rushing through me,
the heat inside my veins,
at the way my nerve ends tingle
every time you call my name.
Got a lust-ignited fever
and I can't put out the flame.
Next time that I saw you,
I felt so at ease.
You had a languid disposition,
I had a willingness to please.
And your candy-apple-red lips
full of violets and sex
had me harder than a coal train,
had my collar wringing wet.
Know I'm gonna crash and burn,
but I'm not finished yet
Well, my heart is pounding
like a big bass drum,
excited at the thought
I might get me some.
Lick it off my fingers,
taste it on my tongue.
Love you, little baby,
like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun.
You are a symphony of elegance,
a masterpiece of grace,
an animated work of art
who's acquired a taste
for the flesh of weaker lovers
who lie down on their backs
to be ridden at your leisure
and be taken off like hats.
I'm not here for you to walk on
and I'm not your welcome mat.
Well, my heart is pounding
like a big bass drum,
excited at the thought
I might get me some.
Lick it off my fingers,
taste it on my tongue.
Love you, little baby,
like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun,
ma-machine gun, yeah.
Well, first time that I saw you,
I could not speak a word.
My tongue was tied in giant knots,
I felt so disturbed
at the feeling rushing through me,
the heat inside my veins,
at the way my nerve ends tingle
every time you call my name.
Got a lust-ignited fever
and I can't put out the flame.
My heart is pounding
like a big bass drum,
excited at the thought
I might get me some.
Lick it off my fingers,
taste it on my tongue.
Love you, little baby,
like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun,
ma-, ma-, ma-, ma-ma-machine gun.
Ma-ma-ma-machine!