Downtown Fiction Stoned
She feels good
She feels good
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 met a girl and I 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 met a girl and I 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 met a girl and I feel stoned
I feel stoned
I feel stoned
I feel stoned
