The Cult

Wound up, can't sleep, can't do anything right, little honey,
Oh, since I set my eyes on you.
I tell you the truth.
Twistin' like a flame in a slow dance, baby,
You're driving me crazy.
Come on, little honey, come on now!
Fire! Smoke, she is a rising!
Fire! Smoke on the horizon!
Fire! Smoke, she is a rising!
Fire! Smoke stack lightning!
You shake it up, you're to blame, got me swayin' little honey.
My heart's a ball of burnin' flame.
Oh, yes it is.
Trancing like a cat on a hot tin shack,
Lord, have mercy! Come on little sister, come on and shake it!