She says, "Come on, baby, I want it raw"
It's a strange idea of love
I'm sucking my St. Christopher and trying to keep calm
And this incantation can trap my wheels
It's a strange idea of love
Like a wolf at the door, like a scratch of a claw
Like a wolf at the door, like a scratch of a claw
I've been clinging to the bed the sweat is turning me blind
A wolf at the door, a scratch of a claw
She says, "Come on, baby, I want it raw!"
There's a heat in my car, there's a fog on my screen
Well, I'm plugged all the holes and sealing all the cracks
A wolf at the door, a scratch of a claw
A mambo mama on the back of my heels
Teeth around her neck and she's got jazz on her hips
There's a man on the corner preaching fire above
There's a flash in my brain like a shot from above
"I want it raw"
I'm like a galvanized nerve, I just can't seem to relax
I've been chasing my heart through the streets of my mind
She's got fire on her breath and chilly on her lips
I've never felt so scared, never dreamt such a dream
Well, I'm driving out of town, I'm on the verge of a storm
