Stoned - The Downtown Fiction

Candy cane, eyes, black licorice

Lipstick, teeth that you can’t forget

Yeah, yeah, yeah and you won’t regret

Come on, come on, come on

Smoke, screen, stare like cellophane

All wrapped up inside my brain

Hey, hey, hey, can’t get away

Oh, come on, come on, come on

She feels good, she feels good

She feels good

So let everybody know I’m better giving up

Feel stoned, I feel stoned

Telephone booth and a living room

Better hurry up 'cause I’m coming soon

Oh, oh, oh, it’s just me and you

Come on, come on, come on, yeah

She feels good, she feels good

She feels good

So let everybody know I’m better giving up

Feel stoned, I feel stoned

Yeah, I want you all the time

Got to make you mine, make me feel so high

Yeah, just say you want my time

Say yeah, yeah, yeah

She feels good, she feels good

She feels good

So let everybody know I’m better giving up

Feel stoned, I feel stoned

I feel stoned, I feel stoned