(words/music: wheeler)

hereís a taste of the seven sins

driven to distraction, waiting on your call.
i am getting trigger happy but it doesnít help at all.
no, and i canít even think, with you still in my head.
no, and i cannot do anything, i want you in my head.

envy, envy, envy.

breathless, weak iím distracted, i wanna get under your skin.
a fever, you leave my mouth dry, but, i canít do anything.
canít stop this burning from within.

címon baby, címon baby, címon baby, címon.

fingertips in the honey dipped, you know it set my soul on fire.
from her sultry hips, to her velvet lips,
you know i couldnít get much higher.
i lose my concentration, walk around in a dream.
so come on give me some, of your reaction, i wanna know explicitly,
how it feels, so dirty sweet.

envy, envy, envy.
envy, envy, envy.

címon baby, címon baby, címon baby, címon.
too much! too much!

got struck by a lightning bolt,
between the eyes, got paralysed.
way before i realised, hypnotised,
conspiracy, mystery, the air she breathes,
controversy, iím heading for the deep freeze.

envy, envy, envy.
envy, envy, envy.

from the east to the west,
the north to the south,
i want you so bad,
wanna turn you inside out,
i wanna all night long,
feel the sweet sensations,
sassy temptations,
of her hot vibrations.