I like your wooden door, baby
I never want to leave, baby
If I [bad word] the night, baby
I'd turn it into white
There wouldn't _? _

I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
High on you

I like [bad word] cross, baby
I don't pray in churches, baby
I got nowhere to worship, baby
Because it isn't him
I don't need a _? _ man

I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
High on you

Terrorist in my heart
Tearin' it all apart
Terrorist in my heart
Tearin' it all apart

I love the way you feel, baby
The mornin' startin' [bad word]  baby
Drinking of your soul, baby
And everything I know
Digs the way your body glows

I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
High on you

I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high on you
I'm getting high
 [bad word] in the air
I really need you
You got two play rides
I really love them
My we're getting high
Are we getting high