Lyrics:

My fire's burning low
As my song grinds out on the radio
I just want to move you slow and low
And shoot my eight-ball in the corner pocket hole

'Life's a gas' or so it seems
You know I blow a fuse when you come in my dreams
I've got this fear no kiss can cover
I know we need no help to hurt each other

If six were nine, I'd lose my mind
Yeah, I'd go crazy for you all of the time
Please little motor-head don't you whine
There'll be some peace at the end of the line

If six were nine...

Demolition - delicious - devil-licious - don't listen
Don't live sick - devil lives sick - devil loves sick - devil loves sex
Devil loves it - don't you love it - don't lip synch - devil lovin'
Don't lock it - unlock it - unlucky - don't love sex
Don't hate sex - don't you hate sex - don't hate sex - don't hate sex
You don't hate sex - don't hate sex...

Like a shot of speedway methadrine
Coming on like a hot-head machine
She's my only teenage dream -
If you know what I mean