Crack the whip on ice skates and I'm stuck here on the end
I'm on this half-way frozen lake depending on you again
You tell me you'll throw me in circles
And I'll keep picking up more speed
Tell me - how much ice must I slice to prove that it's you I need?

Tell me once more what fun, what fun we will have
When we're cracking the whip
Cause I keep thinking I'm the one, the one flying
God knows where if you lose your grip

I got a cigarette heart with no ashtray
Burning to the nub
It's an embarrassing habit I only show in the darkest clubs
I'm standing here freezing and god how I want to smoke
'Cause we're not playing nice
And when you throw me, and I cut the lake
We're testing much more than ice

Tell me once more what fun...

Crack the whip