Little triggers that you pull with your tongue.
Little triggers. I don´t wanna be hung up, strung up,
when you don´t call up.
Little sniggers on your lips.
Little triggers in your grip.
Little triggers. My hand on your hip.

Thinkin´ all about those censored sequences,
worryin´ about the consequences,
waiting until I come to my senses.
Better put it all in present tenses.

Worryin´ about the common decency
when it is only a question of frequency
when you say O.K. But I gotta cheek to be
sayin´ you´re tired of me when you don´t even weaken these