Wicked Styley

When the sun sinks and the skies all fade so low
And I'm looking to the hills, for something new

And by the time it feels like I should say "I've tried, oh well"
Your heading for the hills to change my mood

You amaze me
Fill me up with your words so crazy
You know you got a wicked style
I can feel it when your over
I can feel it when your

And when the sun sinks and your skies all fade to hell
You look anyway but down, you catch yourself

You catch a plane, catch a phase, someplace new like Chicago
Well I'll be there by tomorrow

You amaze me
Fill me up with your words so crazy
You know you got a wicked style
I can feel it when your over

You amaze me
Fill me up with your looks and faces
You know you got a wicked style
I can feel it when your over

Hey that's the cost of kicking

I can feel it when your over
I can feel it when your over
I can feel it when your over
I can feel it when your over

And you taste like Coca Cola