Is It Raining in Your Mouth?

Don't you know I need a little bit more of that right now So don't you go Telling me that you just ain't ready to go Because here you go I was born to have it And you were born to take it So tell me baby is it raining it in your mouth? Hell hath no fury like a failed artist Or a successful communist But that ain't no excuse to treat my purple fury Quite like a big black abyss I was born to have it And you were born to take it So c'mon baby, is it raining it in your mouth? I would do anything For just a little bit of drizzle Oh boy Oh boy Five sweaty fingers on the dashboard Five sweaty fingers on the dashboard There's five sweaty fingers on my dashboard Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard Five sweaty fingers with a criminal impatience Five sweaty fingers down on my dashboard Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard Who's sipping chicken soup in my chicken coop? Come on, baby. Shoot your Web. Shoot it in the middle of my heart, baby (Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard x4)