Restless Songtext

von Shooting Gallery

You talk too much oh you never shut upCome hell or high waterYou're still, you're still a chatterboxYou talk too muchChatterboxAnd I bet all the men who have been through your bedWell somehow now babyI think they just messed up your headYour little headMessed up your headWhen the tide comes in yeahIt all starts to spin 'roundDon't get excited'Cause it just might bring those feelings downYou make me restlessYou make me restlessYour nose is frosty from blowUp six days in a rowWas it eight guys or ten guys you slept withWell only heaven knowsHigh aboveWelcome to Silicone CityIt's all tits and ass to meWhere Tropicana mudwrestlers marry rock stars [take that, Vince!]Must be some local diseaseL.A. sleazeWhen the tide comes in yeahIt all starts to spin 'roundDon't get excited'Cause it just might bring those feelings downFatal attractionWhen you're in action just can't slow downIn the powder room yeahWhen you hit the ground we'll be aroundTo kick you downAnd leave yoiu breathlessYou make me restlessSo restlessWhen the tide comes in yeahIt all starts to spin 'roundDon't get excited'Cause it just might bring those feelings downYou make me restlessSo restlessYou make me restless-2xSo restlessShut up!