Texty: Bangkok Five (The). Other. Party Machine.

Your kind that they call sunshine
You're the type that leaves me cold
You got a face that'll take you anywhere
I all ready know...

If I feed you full of drugs
And fill you with Champagne
Rock the bars on your nipples like your girlfriend can't
I want you ego, your box, your will and your brain
It's not turning you out if you're a party machine