Scotch On Ice Lyrics - Golden Smog

She down on my socks 

Getting ice for my scotch 

Never bending my ear 

Just chilling my beers 

She don't say much 

She's cold to the touch 

Sometimes it's rough 

With her handcuffs and stuff 

She likes what I got 

She takes what I give her 

She feels so real 

Just don't look into her eyes 

If I come home late 

The love is still great 

Doesn't follow the trends 

[Incomprehensible], how she bends 

She likes it on top 

Little cream, a lil' crop 

And it's getting better 

She likes what I got 

Takes what I give her 

She feels so real 

Just don't look into her eyes 

Oh, you give me so much pleasure 

Oh, I wish you were alive 

Oh, it gives me so much pleasure 

Oh, it makes me feel alive 

She likes what I got 

Takes what I give her 

She feels so real 

Just don't look into her eyes 

Oh, you give me so much pleasure 

Oh, I wish you were alive 

Oh, it gives me so much pleasure 

Oh, it makes me feel alive 

She comes in a box 

My own private fox 

She's pretty in pink 

She cleans in the sink 

She don't say much 

She's cold to the touch 

Doesn't complain 

Travel to Spain 

She likes it rough 

With her handcuffs and stuff 

She comes up tough 

There's a cream on the crop 

She's passing my socks 

Getting ice for my scotch 

Never bending my ear 

Just chilling my beers