Kick back a little just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking baby, but not yet sunk
How I listened, low when you told me
That I was all you had to hold
I wish it were so when you told me
That you were solid gold
Gravity-free is she, look at her
Hottest on the map she's full of anti-matter
You never left a very mellow impression
Your smell or your go to hell expression
Quixoticelixer might
But it will probably not fix your bite
Tell me now, tell me how
Did I get your lipstick on my kite?
I love this weather, it's the perfect storm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
Everyday depression in a beautiful dress
Oh, lady made a beautiful mess I guess
Dedicated mind did a medicated state
Is a highly overrated fate
Terrible is a soul
When she told me there is such a thing
Do you know that you glow when you go
From winter to the spring?
I love this weather, it's the perfect storm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
The madder the boy, the sadder the song
That's a wicked fate but the sick gets strong
Mad boy, sad song
A wicked fate, but the sick gets strong
Nobody's right and everyone's wrong
I refuse to punt on fourth and long
Mad boy, sad song
Wicked fate but the sick gets
Kick back a little just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking baby, but not yet sunk
How I listened, low when you told me that
I was all you had to hold
I wish it was so when you told me
That you were solid gold
I swear to God, I could not hurt you
I've got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search you
I stand before there's not no curfew
I long to be inside your virtue
My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to God, I could not hurt you
My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to God, I could not hurt you
I swear to God, I could not hurt you
I've got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search you
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking baby, but not yet sunk
How I listened, low when you told me
That I was all you had to hold
I wish it were so when you told me
That you were solid gold
Gravity-free is she, look at her
Hottest on the map she's full of anti-matter
You never left a very mellow impression
Your smell or your go to hell expression
Quixoticelixer might
But it will probably not fix your bite
Tell me now, tell me how
Did I get your lipstick on my kite?
I love this weather, it's the perfect storm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
Everyday depression in a beautiful dress
Oh, lady made a beautiful mess I guess
Dedicated mind did a medicated state
Is a highly overrated fate
Terrible is a soul
When she told me there is such a thing
Do you know that you glow when you go
From winter to the spring?
I love this weather, it's the perfect storm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
The madder the boy, the sadder the song
That's a wicked fate but the sick gets strong
Mad boy, sad song
A wicked fate, but the sick gets strong
Nobody's right and everyone's wrong
I refuse to punt on fourth and long
Mad boy, sad song
Wicked fate but the sick gets
Kick back a little just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking baby, but not yet sunk
How I listened, low when you told me that
I was all you had to hold
I wish it was so when you told me
That you were solid gold
I swear to God, I could not hurt you
I've got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search you
I stand before there's not no curfew
I long to be inside your virtue
My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to God, I could not hurt you
My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to God, I could not hurt you
I swear to God, I could not hurt you
I've got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search you
Lyrics submitted by Anti_Emo_Kid, edited by rrr29, DoWhatThouWilt
Quixoticelixer Lyrics as written by John Frusciante Anthony Kiedis
Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
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A lot of RHCP songs seem to either be about drugs or sex haha. Perhaps this song is about both?!
Maybe he's talking about the feeling of having sex whilst on drugs. Either way, whatever the meaning, it's a fucking awesome song!