Lyrics:

I got her picture up on the wall
She's the type of girl who don't care at all
If your arm or toung's haning out
Oh no I don't mind if people are haning around

Don't talk sex when it's under your breath,
Sing it loud like you wanna confess
Is she for real, it's so hard to tell
Yeah she just smiles and her picture sells

She gets a rise
It gets me high
It's not enough when the feeling makes me XXX
You know my heart is on my sleave
My heart is on my sleave
But when you're as cool as a brease
They call you king of magazines

I like love when it feels like a drug
Getting high of the shot of a mug
Only night gotta steel away,
No one notices if we live today

Shake your tale feathers show what you got
Centerfold know we know she's hot
Two tickets is all that we need
If I'm a band honey, she's the scene

She gets a rise
It gets me high
It's not enough when the feeling makes me XXX
You know my heart is on my sleave
My heart is on my sleave
But when you're cool as a brease
They call you king of magazines

She gets a rise
It gets me high
It's not enough when the feeling makes me XXX
You know my heart is on my sleave
My heart is on my sleave
But when you're cool as a brease
They call you king of magazines