Fajita!

I've got you in the mood to Only ever touch me when you want You're dancing in the hotel Hands are on your back, it makes me dumb (Ooh-ooh) tulip flavor (Ooh-ooh) now or later (Ooh-ooh) coming, coming down Too silly, I'm too goofy for your touch I need it, fills me up 450 paid for dinner at the bar Fajita burn my tongue I could give you everything you ever need or want Always load me up but never grab me by the gun Like ooh-ooh Like ooh-ooh I've got you in the mood to Only ever touch me when you want You're dancing in the hotel Hands are on your back, it makes me dumb (Ooh-ooh) tulip flavor (Ooh-ooh) now or later (Ooh-ooh) coming, coming down All my hands are gone I've lost them to the dealer Moments painted on I watch them from the theater Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh