I don't know what you're trying to prove
With your finger on my lips
And I can feel it in your groove
It's my world that you eclipse
You have me swaying to your drum
I can't quit you no more
No more
I need your hair all in my eyes
And your hands upon my chest
You're my nicotine apple pie
Come on, let's break a little bread
Don't you leave me alone
I can't quit you no more
No more
She's a fallen angel with plastic wings
She's a little sinner, she's the pastor of my creed
Oh, She's the cure to my disease
She's the cure to my disease
She's a fallen angel with plastic wings
She's a little sinner, she's the pastor of my creed
Oh, She's the cure to my disease
She's the cure to my disease
I can't seem to shake you
From my mind or from my sight
Every dream and every memory
So impure and impolite
My hands fall to the floor
I can't quit you no more
No more