I kinda like the way he moves Kinda slow and kinda smooth I kinda like the way he talks Kinda cool and kinda hot And, furthermore....
I kinda like to let him drop I tell my heart it’s time to stop But then I melt every time He walks in through that door And, furthermore....
He’s rotten to the core.... Rotten to the core
I guess I’ll just stay awhile Hear him talk and see him smile And believe all those lies He’s told me so many times before
I kinda like the shape he’s in He’s got sleepy eyes and lips that burns like gin That....burns like gin
And when we go down.... He moves just like an alleycat He talks like a gutter rat (That turns me on)
And when we go down.... He claws like barbed wire Ooo hot as a house on fire He twists and turns, he almost burns, He turns me on... And, furthermore....
He’s rotten to the core.... Rotten to the core
I pause to light a cigarette The smoke coils up in silhouette I tell him, “I swear t’ God, one of these days I’m gonna walk right out through that door...” But he just smiles And, furthermore....