Girls Aloud

Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby
I'm hanging on a wire
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby
Come baby, come you know what I mean
And the drum beats rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I've got your name on my face
Your face on my mind baby
Come baby, come
Graffiti my soul
We should be getting it on
Fly DJs playing my song
Why don't you take me head on?
We should be getting somewhere
Some kind of cool an affair
Don't act as if you don't care
You dream of touching me
Your kisses taste of cyanide
And that's no good for me
An open hearted suicide
Ain't my philosophy
A walking talking mannequin
And never questions anything
I've got to say
No more explanations
You're never gonna know
You killed my reputation
I've come to help you know
No more conversation
On top of the world
Dangerous occupation
Talking to a girl