Texty: Jackyl. Cut The Crap. Push Pull.

Standin' in a pile of shit
I come out smellin' like a rose
Touch 'n luck right on the nose
Everybody knows that I got to bust a move
Got to make it smooth, got to find the groove, yeah

Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do
If we start to touch on something new
And if you spring a leak or two
Should I stick my lovin'
Can I stick my lovin' in you

Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull

You are my every frustration
You feel the need to control
I wanna feel your every ripple
I wanna feed your inner soul

Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do
If we start to touch on something new
And if you spring a leak or two
Should I stick my lovin'
Can I stick my lovin' in you

Push you

Can you feel the fire
Or can you feel the flame
I put the fire to shame
I put the fire to shame
I put the fire to shame

Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull

Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull

Push pull
Push pull
Push pull
Push pull

Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do
If we start to touch on something new
And if you spring a leak or two
Can I stick my finger

Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do
If we start to touch on something new
And if you spring a leak or two
Should I stick my lovin'
Can I stick my lovin', can I stick my lovin'
Can I stick my lovin' in you

Can't quite finger it out