Habanero, Habanero, burn the eyes of me.
Come, my sweet-o and she’ trouble.
Habanero, a Virago- she bearing down on me,
From the rubble, coming on at speed.

We don’t need no common ground, Im just passing.
Too much heat for my old bones.
I won’t fall for you and your secret mothballs,
I’ve got way too many clothes to get burned.


They say you look better in the morning.
They say you look better in the morning.
They say you look better in the morning.

So Mosquito- colour in your warning.
So Mosquito- colour in your warning.
They say I’ll get bitten by the morning


Habanero, Habanero, burn the eyes of me.
I’m in trouble from your dirty deeds.
Habanero, a Virago- the dusty hands of heat,
From your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet smelling bones.


They say you look better in the morning.
They say you look better in the morning.
They say you look better in the morning.

So Mosquito- colour in your warning.
So Mosquito- colour in your warning.
They say I’ll get bitten by the morning