Текст песни Little Triggers

Little triggers that you pull with your tongue Little triggers, I don't wanna be hung up, strung up When you don't call up Little sniggers on your lips Little triggers in your grip Little triggers, My hand on your hip Thinkin' all about those censored sequences Worryin' about the consequences Waiting until I come to my senses Better put it all in present tenses Worryin' about the common decency When it is only a question of frequency When you say O.K. but I gotta cheek to be Sayin' you're tired of me when you don't even weaken these