Lyrics:

My heart just cringes every time we meetGotta get it out, gotta push it aroundBetter stop quick...I'm falling to the ground!Gimme all you got, I got nothing to loseYu look so \'Whaow!\' in those high heeled shoesYou ain't no tramp, you're a classy little dameFastest thing in town baby...what's your game?Cryin', dyin'...everybody sees meCryin', dyin'...honey why dýa tease me?You look so fine with your hair hangin' downI'd love to come over 'n' twist it aroundGot my sights on you and I shoot to kill...Gonna get you now, you bet your ass I willGive you my number, you van call any timeCould even come over, that suits me fineNo foolin' this time, honey, that is for sureLove in my blood...and there ain't no cure
Holocaust Push It Around