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 Can't get enough of that sticky stuff Can't get enough of that sticky stuff Can't get enough of that sticky stuff 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 Can't get enough of that sticky stuff Can't get enough of that sticky stuff Can't get enough of that sticky stuff 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.