She takes her clothes off in front of people She does it slowly, moves like treacle She wants to tempt you, push you further You know you’ll let her get away with murder She wants your flesh, don’t want your babies She has a taste for married ladies
She’s not a nymphomaniac – She’s more a pyromaniac She wants you… to turn the world on
Don’t talk of lurve, you’ll only bore her She’s like a drug, you’ll want to score her She keeps religion between her thighs, now You fall to worship, get on your knees now