If you poke my glass eye
I'll be the ghost in your smile
I'll be the black tooth in your Hollywood grin
I'm a mosquito on your lips saying grace
You know you want it bad
Driven by lust and whatever's left of motor skills
I can't make out one word that you’re saying
But I love the way you keep repeating it
If you poke my glass eye
I'll be the ghost in your smile
I'll be the ghost in your smile