Lyrics:
PopI like your wooden door, babyI never want to leave, babyIf I could rule the night, babyI'd turn it into whiteThere wouldn't _? _I'm getting high on youI'm getting high on youI'm getting high on youHigh on youI like your rugged cross, babyI don't pray in churches, babyI got nowhere to worship, babyBecause it isn't himI don't need a _? _ manI'm getting high on youI'm getting high on youI'm getting high on youHigh on youTerrorist in my heartTearin' it all apartTerrorist in my heartTearin' it all apartI love the way you feel, babyThe mornin' startin' drunk, babyDrinking of your soul, babyAnd everything I knowDigs the way your body glowsI'm getting high on youI'm getting high on youI'm getting high on youHigh on youI'm getting high on youI'm getting high on youI'm getting high on youI'm getting highCorrupting in the airI really need youYou got two play ridesI really love themMy we're getting highAre we getting high