Contents Under Pressure
When you run your fingers through my hair,
you set my nerves on fire.
I feel your lips on me,
and I go even higher.

I'm a hair-trigger gun.
I'm passed the lock-and-load.
And if you touch me one more time,
you'll feel my head explode.

Put your wet lips on me.
Taste my head explode.

Touch me one more time.
Watch my head explode.
A little inuendo with a warning label on the said of a can of some kind of spray.