If you were the woman,
Crawling over my skin
My eyes are wide open,

Is it any wonder
It's just evolution
Waiting on the corner

Waiting for the number 9 to come, come
Always feeling the crush
I'm looking for

Feels like a rush of blood
And you're
Feeding me something,

I'm on the ceiling
Feeling, feeling,
Yeah, yeah, yeah

If you are my karma
Bit of sweet and sour
Feel you put me under

Boyfriend in a coma
Bliss in your pollution
Itching for an answer

Waiting for my sweet divine to come, come
Always feeling the crush
I'm looking for

Feels like a rush of blood
And you're
Feeding me something,

I'm on the ceiling
Feeling, feeling,
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Feeling the crush
I'm looking for
Feels like a rush of blood

And you're
Feeding me something
I'm on the ceiling

Feeling, feeling,
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah