Machine Gun
Robert Dick Lyrics

Well, the first time that I saw you
Upon first seeing the person addressed, the singer was struck dumb and at a loss for words.

I could not speak a word
The singer was unable to communicate vocally due to the overwhelming feeling of being in the presence of the addressee.

My tongue was tied in giant knots
The singer felt like their tongue was in a knot, which prevented them from speaking.

And I felt so disturbed
The artist was uneasy and troubled by their reaction to the addressee.

At the feeling rushing through me
The artist felt the rush of emotion that they could not fully express at the sight of the addressee.

The heat inside my veins
The overwhelming sense of attraction the singer felt for the addressee was likened to a hot sensation flowing through their veins.

At the way my nerve ends tingle
The singer experienced a sense of electric excitement and heightened sensitivity when the addressee spoke to them.

Every time you call my name
The artist becomes elated every single instance the addressee utters their name.

I've got a lust ignited fever
The artist's feelings of attraction towards the addressee has intensified to the level of passionate desire.

And I can't put out the flame
The passion the artist feels for the addressee is unquenchable.

Next time that I saw you
The singer saw the addressee again on a subsequent occasion.

I felt so at ease
On seeing the addressee again, the artist was more relaxed and comfortable.

You had a languid disposition
The addressee exhibited a relaxed, lazy attitude.

I had an willingness to please
The singer had a desire to please the addressee.

And your candy apple red lips
The singer observed the addressee's bright red lips, which reminded them of a shiny red apple.

Full of violets and sex
The addressee's lips were characterized as being not only sexually attractive, but also delicately pretty like a violet flower.

Had me harder than a coal train
The sight of the addressee's lips elicited a powerful sexual response from the artist.

Had my collar wringing wet
The singer was so overwhelmed with desire and physical response that their shirt collar became soaked with sweat.

Now I'm gonna crash and burn
The singer foresees a tumultuous future if they continue down the path of following their desire for the addressee.

But I'm not finished yet
Despite anticipating negative consequences, the artist is not deterred from pursuing their attraction to the addressee.

You're a symphony of elegance
The artist sees the addressee as composed and graceful like a symphony.

A masterpiece of grace
The addressee is seen as a work of art, a perfect example of gracefulness and refinement.

And animated work of art
The singer sees the addressee as a moving and living piece of art.

Who's acquired a taste
The addressee possesses an air of sophistication and a preference for certain types of lovers.

For the flesh of weaker lovers
The addressee prefers romantic partners who can be easily dominated or taken advantage of.

Lie down on their backs
The singer characterizes those who are attracted to the addressee as being passive and submissive.

To be ridden at your leisure
The addressee is seen as someone who has complete control over their lovers.

And be taken off like hats
The artist envisions the addressee's lovers being cast aside like hats or other clothing items.

I'm not here for you to walk on
The artist repudiates the idea of being another passive lover for the addressee to take advantage of.

And I'm not your welcome mat
The singer will not be reduced to being something that the addressee uses to wipe his/her feet on.

My heart is pounding like a big bass drum
The singer is overcome with excitement and emotion at the thought of being with the addressee.

Excited at the thought I might get me some
The artist is excited at the prospect of being intimate with the addressee.

Lick it off my fingers
The artist imagines the taste of the addressee's body on their own hands or fingers.

Taste it on my tongue
The artist is filled with desire and anticipation to experience the addressee's body.

Love you little baby like a machine gun
The singer's desire for the addressee is so intense, it feels like a weapon that has taken on a life of its own.

Ma-ma-ma-machine gun
The idea of the machine gun as an object of uncontrolled power is repeated as a metaphor for the artist's intense desire for the addressee.

Machine...
The machine gun motif is repeated a final time to underscore the singer's visceral, almost violent passion for the addressee.