Текст Jeff Beck – 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

(O.I.L.)
Can’t get enough of that sticky stuff
x4

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
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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
x4

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

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.
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