Lust has no mercy;
Like flies to a fruit,
You keep me thirsty
For your flesh, your juice...
There’s not a fire
As violet blue...
Oh, how you burn
The perfect bruise!
[Chorus:]
Where’s my girl?
Where’s my girl?
I’m calling to you, baby!
Where’s my girl?
You bite like a bee sting,
I kiss your tattoo.
Numb me with lipstick,
Pills and booze...
All those pretty girls
Are ghosts of you,
Haunting me
In my silent room!
[Chorus:]
Where’s my girl?
Where’s my girl?
I’m calling to you, baby!
Where’s my girl?
Ooooh ooooh...
[Chorus:]
Where’s my girl?
Where’s my girl?
I’m calling to you, baby!
Where’s my girl?