Sex punch

Its sour happy hour
the gum-ball machine is free tonight
the juice inside..... A bloody-licious bite
Once you swallow the goo goo
something will ignite inside of you

Then I'll see it in your eyes
that you are starting to caramelize
im stuck with you forever once you've cooled down
the way 'bout your walking
you've got folk talking all over the fucking town

Sex punch
your favourite liquid lunch
sex punch
your my happy hour

The gumball machine is free tonight
you better pitch your favourtie flavour ( your my only flavour)
this is no coca-cola or beaujolais
you say I'm your favourtie
i say take a bite
if your sweet or sour
I'll have you on the hour every hour

Sex punch
your favourite liquid lunch
sex punch
your my happy hour

This is no nine to five
sour happy hour last all night
this is no nine to five
the gumball machine is free tonight

Sex punch
your favourite liquid lunch
sex punch
your my happy hour

This is no nine to five
we close with a fuck you,
'cause we're social-lite
this is no nine to five
we close with a fuck you
thank you and goodnight