O.I.L. (Can't Get Enough Of That Sticky)

Tell me you love me, I think about it every day
Addicted to the sweet sticky stuff
That makes a man a slave

I just need another hit, just another sip
From that bright black ship in pump
Keep your drink dough and drugs
There's only one kinda 'crude' that I love

(O.I.L.)
Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Yeah I would kill for the thrill
And I regularly do
Popping bottles of black bubbles baby
You gotta do what you gotta do

I just need another hit, just another sip
From that bright black ship in pump
And if you stop me having more
Then I tell you there'll be war

(O.I.L.)
Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky
Make a kind man wanna be rough

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky
Make the gentle wanna be tough

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky
Make a good girl wanna be bad

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky
Drive sane folks totally... mad

(O.I.L.)
(O.I.L.)

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky
Make a kind man wanna be rough