There's dirt on those knees of yours
And that dirt is as pure
As the love I give to you
Bite that lip remember what to do.

You keep on coming back
You've got so much to give
Tell your momma, your not coming home
And smoke me like a cigarette.

Those eyes let me know you see
And that mouth lets me know you believe
That tongue speaks nothing but the truth
Bite that lip remember what to do.

You keep on coming back
You've got so much to give
Tell your momma, your not coming home
And smoke me like a cigarette.

YOU KEEP ON COMING BACK!!

You've got so much to give
Tell your momma, your not coming home
And smoke me like a cigarette....