pull you close by the throat, slow
Feel your pulse jump under my thumb
Whisper, "Spread it for me, baby
Show me how wet you've become"
Fingers slide up your heat
8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin'
To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me
Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring
She wears a two way, but I'm not quite sure what that means
She got up and walked by, a little teaser with one thing on her mind
The jukebox at number twenty-five
Next thing that I knew, she was dancing on the bar
Twistin' on and a-shakin', lookin' like a movie star
Hot sticky stuff and close enough to touch
perils of rock n' roll decadence
I know this chick, she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin' up inside her again
Well, crack the whip 'cause that bitch is just insane