She's got a fetish for fine art.Apparently sucks in an oversized sweatshirt.Yeah, she goes right to my heart.She comes a-knockin' with a stockin' and I get her.I get the feelin' I'm in deep.No trouble with us,but we're only five This kind of girl don't get no sleepDon't make you fight us,rip the status, rip those goddesses Oh my, oh myCheck a pattern on your skirt I see you flunt and see you turnIt's a sickening night I can't resist the way you flirtYeah,I should be dead,but my heart beats quicker than I get to feel this is moreIt's an excuse just to shake your little derriereThat ratio, a perfect scoreA girl's status is measured by her derriereI know that there's no pleasing you when you know that you're not teasing me.He's an absolute terror for absolute terrorists, oh ayeYou're so highly contested,here's a tip You should remake me faster,the cows are stripping, yeah That's it baby, take controlYou're so intestine mesmerizing,don't know how to reactYou're gonna steal my very soulMore man slaughter than the third impact, yeahI see you strutting in that pleaDouble-ticking, yeah, I'm shaking,and I know it showsThis kind of girl just can't be beatShe whispers in my earTake off your clothesHiya baby, got your back now Maybe you can help me get what I wantGot a little spine and tell me that your mind is All about the game and I'll watch you flowYeah, I know that there's no pleasing youAnd you know that you're not teasing meShe's an absolute terror for absolute territory