Another party with the same kids. Another night with the same drinks. I need to find myself a new chick. I need to kiss a set of new lips. She's got to be something new to me. A fresh face someone new to please. So come on come on girl just you and me. (CHORUS). This kind of girl makes it rough. Holding our breaths while we touch. She won't kiss and tell. But this isn't how. She got that name it all seems like a game. How she moves so well. I won't call this hell. But if I had to guess. I'd say we've got a mess you could sell. And how am I supposed to think. With her hands all over me. Telling me the right things. Ever so distracting. She's gotta be something new to me. Loose ends but no sight of strings. So come on come on girl just you and me. Come on girl just you and me. (CHORUS). She's makin' it harder. Harder to breathe. I'm gettin' weaker. But still pullin' the strings. The lights are all off. There's no one around. We've both lost our minds. They're nowhere to be found. It's gettin' hot. I'm not saying this is hell. But I swear. This girl's a mess you could sell. (CHORUS)