Lyrics Challenge Game

We get it on most every night
And when that old moon gets so big and bright
It's a supernatural delight

Last time I talked to you
You were lonely and out of place
You were looking down on me
Lost out in space
We laid underneath the stars
Strung out and feeling brave
Watched the red orange glow
Watched you float away

Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what I need to make me tight are those

I'm a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah, on the catwalk
On the catwalk, yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk

Your pride has built a wall
So strong that I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again?
I'm loving you

For comfort
(Call me)
For solace
(I'll be waiting)
For the end of my broken heart
Completion
(Call me)
I'll be waiting
(I'll be waiting)
For the end of my broken heart

Oh, my God, did you just hear
Lies are coming back in style?
Oh, my God, they seem so real
That they bind you and confine you
So shut your mouth, we've heard it all (what?)
Hypocrites and critics all
Can fuck off, we do this for our souls
For our souls

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed