We dance in scarlet skies, we walk through moonless nights. She whispers satin secrets, undressed in velvet cries. Lips like the pistol of a flower, the color of dried blood. I want her near me every hour, to sing away my blue-back blues. She and me are Cadillac Plastic. She and me are Cadillac Plastic. Sucking on jet exhaust fumes, I'd rather be sucking on you. I touch down in sweet home suburbia, but my mind's on you and secret sins that you made true. She and me are Cadillac Plastic. She and me are Cadillac Plastic. I wanna feel you. I wanna touch you. I wanna feel you inside. I went and drown inside your paisely world, I loved you more than any James Bond girl