I’m brim-full of passion,
it distills my blood to hundred proof.
The skin of my lip is thin,
why don’t you bite it ‘til you can taste the bite of it.
[It ain’t so bad,
I only bite back.]
I’m brim-full of passion,
it distills my blood to hundred proof.
The skin of my lip is thin,
why don’t you bite it ‘til you can taste the bite of it.
[It ain’t so bad,
I only bite back.]