She's got the motorala oil in a milkshake mix
And a mollard baton for the big band hits
Big leather boots, and a love disease
She's stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Her pupils are yellow in those cynical eyes
But she could fool the devil with her freaky disguise
Sold me after hi, I'm a visceral girl
Come on lady, show me: And she gave it a twirl
Look, it's the corduroy kid with the loaded gun
Yeah, he's a real loose cannon, but I'm needin' one
She said: I'm lying on the baseboard I could use a hand
Show me, rambo, come on, are you really a man?
She said
I'm flippin' into overdrive, future me is open-eyed
Check it while I calibrate, slide it back a thousand days
I kinda like it, but I'm stuck on the intro
She's kinda psychic when it comes to the disco
She's got the motorala oil in a milkshake mix
And a mollard baton for the big band hits
Big leather boots, and a love disease
She's stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
You shot me in the future, but I just came back
The animatronic angel had an army of cats
In the closet of my time machine on top of the rack
Is my Cadillac bikini space cowboy hat
I'm on a mission to Mars, I am an agent of time
I've got a sentimental cure, call it coconut lime
Got a bowl of bullets and a cup of slime
I'm running out of patience, and I'm losing, losing, losing, losing, losing my mind here
And elvis presley steps off the stage
Plants a single kiss on my mouth
And says he was born to kill me
She's got the motorala oil in a milkshake mix
And a mollard baton for the big band hits
Big leather boots, and a love disease
She's stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
Stealing the keys to the time machine
She's got the motorala oil in a milkshake mix
And a mollard baton for the big band hits
Big leather boots, and a love disease
She's stealing the keys to the time machine