the sex is our mystic
war's artistic, love's in our physics
but this heart drips it
in this dark backseat
she asks me if i feel a little nasty
we tried acting classy
unfasten from a taxi
buried in the fast city
the pitch black street
unbuckling a chastity
on this lap in fantasy
we'll thrust our pelvis
then rock it like elvis
we laid her legs all the way across
lost in a pelvic chaos
midnite, los angeles
the street is scandelous, so is she
candle lit, like poetry
screaming finger me
the steams lingering
blown, like a cold a/c
you are fucking crazy
we might as well kiss
prove, it's not selfish
we'll thrust our pelvis
then rock it like elvis
we laid her legs, all the way across
lost, the pelvic chaos