O.I.L. (Can't Get Enough of That Sticky)

Jeff Beck

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
From that bright black [?] pump.
Keep your drink dough and drugs,
There's only one kinda 'crude' that I love.

(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 [?] 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
Make a good girl wanna be bad.

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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