We dance in scarlet skies, we walk through moonless nights.
She whispers satin secrets, undressed in velvet cries.
Lips like the pistol of a flower, the color of dried blood.
I want her near me every hour, to sing away my blue-back blues.
She and me are Cadillac Plastic.
She and me are Cadillac Plastic.
Sucking on jet exhaust fumes, I'd rather be sucking on you.
I touch down in sweet home suburbia, but my mind's on you and secret sins that you made true.
She and me are Cadillac Plastic.
She and me are Cadillac Plastic.
I wanna feel you.
I wanna touch you.
I wanna feel you inside.
I went and drown inside your paisely world, I loved you more than any James Bond girl