Texty: Oingo Boingo. Sweat.

Sweat, sweat, sweat

Born for trouble, poised for action
Ready to spring at a moment?s notice
Nerves like a trigger, waiting to be pulled
Covered with sweat, it ain't nice

Sweat

Help me please I?m burning up
I got this fire in my heart
Won?t let me sleep, can?t concentrate
Even when it?s cold I?m dripping sweat it ain't nice

Sweat

Rivers running down my back
Makes me slippery, like a fish
If I don?t stop, I might drown
Falling down, down, down, down, not dead yet
Covered with sweat

The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun, where did they go
They fell in love and suffered, where did they go
They picked up guns and hammers, where did they go
Without friction there?s no heat
Without heat there can't be fire
Without fire there?s no desire
You?re making me hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, yo

Sweat, sweat

Take my baby, Saturday night
It?s hundred and ten, it?s alright
Close the door to my little room
Starting to sweat, fun starts soon

Sweat

Principal caught me after school
He gave me hell, he called me a fool
He pointed his finger at my face
Started to sweat all over the place
Flowed like rivers, onto the floor
I can take it give me some more

Sweat

War breaks out throughout the land
Dodging bullets in the sand
Enemy?s getting much to close
Sun beats down on the back of my neck
Fingers twitchin?, covered with sweat
Covered with sweat

The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun, where did they go
They fell in love and suffered, where did they go
They picked up guns and hammers, where did they go
Without friction there?s no heat
Without heat there can't be no fire
Without fire there?s no desire
You?re making me hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, yo

Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat

The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun, where did they go
They fell in love and suffered, where did they go
They picked up guns and hammers, where did they go
Without friction there?s no heat
Without heat there can't be fire
Without fire there?s no desire
You?re making me hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, yo

Sweat, sweat, sweat

Hot, hot, hot
You're making me hot, hot, hot, oh
You're making me hot, hot, hot, oh
You're making me hot, hot, hot, oh

Sweat