Superlicious Girl

It was the dark of night
There was a bright shadowed moonlight
You tried to impress me, address me
You mentally undressed me

I don't wanna dream it
I just wanna feel it
Your fingertips around my hips

I got stains of cherry lipstick
And your number on a post it
But you left your name out
And I'm trying real hard to figure it out

You're a superlicious girl
A superlicious girl
You're a superlicious girl
A superlicious girl
(Hello)

Cause you were playing watch me, foxy
We passed the time quite slowly
Come on baby let's ride out, hide out
Be somewhere where we can be a bit louder

Heavenly dreaming, soulfully believing
In a stranger from the dawn

I don't wanna dream it
I just wanna feel it
Your fingertips around my hips

I got stains of cherry lipstick
And your number on a post it
But you left your name out
And I'm trying real hard to figure it out

You're a superlicious girl
A superlicious girl
You're a superlicious girl
A superlicious girl
You are

(Maybe some bongos?)
(Oh, Disco Dicks)
(It's me, Mills, on the bongos)
(Bingo the bongos)
(Good music)
(Disco Dicks with Mills on the bongos, yeah)
(I want more bongos, yeah)

I don't wanna dream it
I just wanna feel it
Your fingertips around my hips
I don't think I dreamed it
I just think I felt it
Your fingertips around my hips

I got stains of cherry lipstick
And your number on a post it
But you left your name out
And I'm trying real hard to figure it out

You're a superlicious girl
A superlicious girl
You're a superlicious girl
A superlicious girl

Stains of cherry lipstick
Your number on a post it
Your name was nowhere to be found
My memory is misty
Condition kinda dizzy
You left without a sound



Credits
Writer(s): Rutger Martens
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