Lyrics:

Who killed your vanished grandeur?
Oh you're lovely posture
Well my razor cuts for time to heal
Yes it does now

Reveal your back seat dreams to me
Put your tight skirt on and bend for me
Won't you bend for me
Show your all your hidden truths girl
And we and we all will see cause
You think you're hot to trot but you're not
You're not hot to trot no

C'mon on and
Put your tight skirt on and bend bend bend for me
Show your hidden truths girl and we all all all will see
Put your tight skirt on and bend for me
Show your hidden truhs girl and we all all will see

Talkin' glazed eyes honey cured fat thighs
You'd like to stick it to me
Procrastinate while the end becomes the means
That's right 'cause you think you're hot to trot but you're not
You're not hot to trot no

Habitual motion
Love potion number nine
Your withered ways your hidden
Won't stand the test of time time time
Habitual motion
Love potion number nine
Your withered ways your hidden ways
Won't stand the test of time

I'll pick you up
Slam you down
To make you mine
Said I'll pick you up
Slam you down
To make you mine
'Cause we know your past and
We know you lie