Hedonistic Songtext
von Meg Smith

Hotter than the Bible belt
I′m begging for attention and a breeze
You can bum a cigarette
If you can guess the color of my sheets

Pull me where you wanna go
The bathroom, lock and shut the door
Swear (If) you're sick and I′m the cure
Then sink your knees into the floor (Like)

Boom, b-boom
Can you feel my hips? I know you
Do, d-do
Can you feel the kick inside the room
Room ra- room
Oh what an image
Nothing but lipstick
It's hedonistic


Take a sip, cyanide
Swimming in your dilated eyes
I know you wanna take your time but
Don't you think we′re holding up the line

Pull me where you wanna go (wanna go)
The alley, pressed against the door (the door)
Please don′t leave me wanting more (wanting more)
Just come and push me overboard
(Like)

Boom, b-boom
Can you feel my hips? I know you
Do, d-do
Can you feel the kick inside the room

Room ra- room
Oh what an image
Nothing but lipstick
It's hedonistic