| I’m dry like a candlewick |
| And you suck hot wax leaving |
| Trails in your throat |
| Find some matches |
| And light me up |
| I’m still dry |
| I’m dry like a candlewick |
| And you suck hot wax leaving |
| Trails in your throat |
| Find some matches |
| And light me up |
| I’m still dry |
| Can’t find a switch to turn me on |
| I’m choking at the bottom of my libido |
| Curse the first creature who realized |
| That the stick slides into the hole |
| Pole dancing all day long |
| Under the mandate of survival instinct |
| Hungry eyes and restless lips |
| Choking thighs and senseless hips |
| I’m dry like a candlewick |
| And you suck hot wax leaving |
| Trails in your throat |
| Find some matches |
| And light me up |
| I’m still dry |
| I’m dry like a candlewick |
| And you suck hot wax leaving |
| Trails in your throat |
| Find some matches |
| And light me up |
| I’m still dry |
| Midnight scares me |
| Not the ghost or ghouls |
| But the sound of flesh |
| As it drips and drools |
| The monster’s waiting |
| In lace and perfume |
| Oh, cut me loose from this |
| Nightmare noose |
| The goosebumps crawl up my spine |
| How can something so lovely contort my mind? |
| Go blame it on my chastity, prudence |
| But really, it’s futile |
| I’m the one with no place to hide |
| God give me the power to say no |
| God give me the power to say no |
| God give me the power to say no |
| God give me the power to say no |
| God give me the power to say no |
| I’m dry like a candlewick |
| And you suck hot wax leaving |
| Trails in your throat |
| Find some matches |
| And light me up |
| I’m still dry |
| I’m dry like a candlewick |
| And you suck hot wax leaving |
| Trails in your throat |
| Find some matches |
| And light me up |
| I’m still dry |