If you poke my glass eye
I’ll be the ghost in your smile
I’ll be the black tooth
In your Hollywood grin
I’m a mosquito on your lips, saying grace

Mmm, mmm...

You know you want it bad
Driven by lust
And whatever’s left of our motor skills
I can’t make out 
One word that you’re saying
But I love the way you keep repeating it

Mmm, mmm...

If you poke my glass eye
I’ll be the ghost in your smile
I’ll be the ghost in your smile