I Make the Static

This love is hotter than Tuscon
Your lips are honey suckled fun
You pushed my buttons made me wild
I couldn’t quit you if I tried
It’s automatic
It’s automatic
I make the static, I make the static
They say you listen to what your told
I say you’re young but acting old
I may be bad but at least you’re good
Ain’t lost a battle, knock on wood
It’s automatic
It’s automatic
I make the static, I make the static
I keep a flower in my hair
The smell of leather in the air
This fiery love is all I need
Let’s make a dirty magazine
It’s automatic
It’s automatic
I make the static, I make the static
Energy is rising up and it’s calling me
Calling me and I’m on my way
This energy completes me
And it’s coming on
Coming on
And I’m on my way