Your sleeves are drawn, on you I'll roam

I'll make your blood my own

On your skin, I'll take a taste

A little bite is all it takes

Fly or creep, I'll soon eat

'Cause my mouth is in deep

I'll leave a bump, and by George,

With all your blood, I'll be engorged

Whoa, if you're the Pope or if you're Hilary Duff
don't care
It's closer to the truth to say I can't get enough
you know I'm
just a small mosquito who's addicted to blood

You try to slap. I'm glad you missed

You got West Nile, thanks to my kiss

You're my lunch, now I'm well fed

And thanks to me, you'll soon be dead

Your red stuff's mine! You can't be saved

Because a blood host is all I crave

I leave my toxic brew:

The ma-laria blues

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to my stuff
No way
Although I am uncouth you know I can't get enough
You know I'm
Just a small mosquito who's addicted to blood

Just a small mosquito who's addicted to blood
I'm a mosquito who's addicted to blood

I'm a mosquito who's addicted to blood

I'm a mosquito who's addicted to blood

I'm a mosquito who's addicted to blood

You put on Deet, now I groan

Oh, drat, my chances blown

Your skin I can't find

Mosquito net, I'm out of time

Whoa, you want to swat me and treat me quite ruough
Oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say I will suck it up
You know I'm
Just a small mosquito who's addicted to blood

I'm a mosquito who's addicted to blood

I'm a mosquito who's addicted to blood

I'm a mosquito who's addicted to blood

I'm a mosquito who's addicted to blood