"Make Up Sex" lyrics

When I was a little kiddie, pulling pretty girls hair
All my teachers used to beat me under the stairs
Paddle to the saddle, such a glutton for pain
Double pump the camel, she was never the same
But now I got 'em lining up and down every block
Itching for a fix, and I'm the one with the shot
Papa got the way, he liked to fill the DeVille
Drill it full of gas and drive it straight off the hill

But you keep coming back and fucking your ex (Make up sex)
Cuz you say that you do it the best (Make up sex)
No complaints, no regrets (Make up sex)
I think you better get yourself out this mess (Make up sex)

Pedal to the metal with the devil in tow
Stirring up the chamber pot, the poison, the bowl
Now this ain't the case of love misplaced and nowhere to go
There's just some times when idle hearts need something to hold
Looking in the rear-view while cursing my fate
She said I could've told you this here ain't for the faint
Hands are made for punching bags and hearts meant to break
So when you find that golden goose, best lock her away

You keep coming back and fucking your ex (Make up sex)
Cuz you say that you do it the best (Make up sex)
No complaints, no regrets (Make up sex)
I think you better get yourself out this mess (Make up sex)

Nothing learned and nothing lost, just making a mess
Ice is cold and fire burns, and that you can bet
So when your lady comes home angry and starts making you stressed
Shake her like a Quaker, take her out of her dress

But you keep coming back and fucking your ex (Make up sex)
Cuz you say that you do it the best (Make up sex)
No complaints, no regrets (Make up sex)
I think you better get yourself out this mess
You keep going back and fucking your ex (Make up sex)
Cuz she say that you do it the best (Make up sex)
No complaints, no regrets (Make up sex)
I think you better go and get yourself tested