The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
Under my petticoat
The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know

Can somebody tell me now
Who is this terrorist?
Those girls that smile kindly
Then rip your life to pieces

Can somebody tell me now
Am I alone with this?
This little pill in my hand
And with this secret kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this?

A matter of complication
When you become a twist
For their latest drink
As they're transitioning

Can somebody tell me now
Who is this terrorist?
This little pill in my hand
That keeps the pain living

Can somebody tell me now
A way out of this?
That sacred pipe of red stone
Could blow me out of this kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this?

The power of orange knickers
Under my petticoat
The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know

Shame, shame, time to leave me now
Shame, shame, you've had your fun
Shame, shame, for letting me think
That I would be the one

Can somebody tell me now
Who is this terrorist?
This little pill in my hand
Or this secret kiss, kiss

Am I alone in this?
Kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this?
Kiss, kiss