Hard Act To Follow

You're a hard act to follow
 Such a fine lookin' fellow
 I hear your belly is yellow
 You're a hard act to swallow
 Kinda makes me sick
 The way you turn those tricks
 C'mon light it up
 I wanna feel the rush
 I'll be shootin' for thrills when I walk out that door
 You say it's hard to care anymore
 Kills, thrills and Sunday pills (woah)
 I'm on a mission to kill, still, 'cause nothing thrills (woah)
 You want your Coke and Hoochie
 I want my milk and cookies
 You know your eyes look pretty
 I think your eyes look pretty
 I'll be shootin' for thrills when I walk out that door
 You say it's hard to care anymore
 Kills, thrills and Sunday pills (woah)
 I'm on a mission to kill, still, 'cause nothing thrills (woah)
 I can't help missing ya' still, will, I always will (yeah)
 Thrills, kills and Sunday pills (woah)
 Alright
 I'll be shootin' for thrills when I walk out that door
 Don't turn around and say you need me anymore
 Poppin' pieces of pills up off lounge room floor
 You say it's hard to care anymore
 Kills, thrills and Sunday pills (woah)
 I'm on a mission to kill, still, 'cause nothing thrills ('cause nothing thrills)
 I guess I'm missing ya still, will, I always will (yeah)
 (Can't miss you still, can't miss you still)
 Thrills, kills and Sunday pills (woah)
 Alright