Chrome BB

(I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I)
I feel like a warm gun
Hold out my tongue
And say ah, ah, ah, ah
Heartbeat like a bass drum
Coming undone
Like collapsed lungs
Filthy, so disgusting
Really lovely
Super sexy
You're so dirty
So disgusting
So addicting
You're my nicotine

(Yeah)
You're so polished
Heavy rock and roll
And you flaunt it
It feels hot
I feel hot

(Yeah)
It feels hot
It feels hot
(Yeah, yeah)
It feels hot
It feels

You're so dirty
You're so disgusting
You're so addicting
You're chrome, baby
You're chrome, baby

(Yeah)
You're so polished
Super sick electronic
It feels hot
It feels

(You-you-you-you-you-you)
You know how it feels with your hands around my neck
Doesn't matter where we are
Always end up in the back
Play the music really loud
Cause we've got no damn respect
And I always fight back
I know that you like that

(Yeah)
I know that you like that
I know that you like that
(Yeah, yeah)
I know that you like that
I know that you like that
You're so dirty
You're so disgusting
You're so addicting
You're chrome, baby
You're chrome, baby
(I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I)

(I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I)
I feel like a warm gun
Like a warm gun