Alex McArdle - Gasoline Lyrics

Well maybe baby it could be all the amphetamine
She caught me lyin', lit me up like gasoline
A hand of spades, but I was holdin' for the heart of queens
Roll up another little weed and nicotine
They tried to tell me that there never is an in-between
You might be high, but you're sinkin' like a submarine
Well, I'd make sense if you'd try a little mescaline
Open your mind, or you can blow it all to smithereens
They might be right, yeah, maybe it's all just a dream
Marmalade highs and my trees are flavored tangerine
I run red hot, bitch, I run on gasoline
She like it dirty, so I don't keep it clean
Before I was movin' this way it's like she wasn't sure
But now she's callin' my phone and knockin' on my door
Eyes back and she's lookin' like she wants some more
Her face was down and her ass was climbin' off the floor
I run red hot, bitch, I run on gasoline
She like it dirty, so I don't keep it clean
I run red hot, bitch, I run on gasoline
I run red hot, bitch, I run on gasoline