She's got a fetish for fine art
A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt
Yeah, she goes right to my heart
She comes a-knockin' with her stocking and I get hurt
I get the feelin' I'm in deep
Troubled waters, but they're only thigh-high
This kind of girl don't get no sleep
Don't wake your father, skip the starters, strap those garters up
Oh, my, my
Checkered pattern on your skirt
I see you flauntin', see you tauntin', it's so sickenin'
I can't resist the way you flirt
I should be dead, but my heartbeat's quickenin'
I get the feelin' less is more
It's an excuse just to shake your little derrière
That ratio, a perfect score
A girl's status is measured by her denier
Lie down, baby, arch your back now
Maybe you can help me get what I want
And curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine
It's all about the game and what you flaunt
Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you
When you know that you're not teasing me
She's an absolute terror for absolute territory
(You're so hotly contested, here's a tip)
(You should rename your thighs to the Gaza Strip, yeah)
That's it, baby, take control
You're so enticin', mesmerisin', don't know how to react
You're gonna steal my very soul
More manslaughter than the third impact, yeah
I see you struttin' in that pleat
Double-takin', yeah, I'm shakin' and you know it shows
This kind of girl just can't be beat
She whispers in my ear, "Take off your clothes"
Lie down, baby, arch your back now
Maybe you can help me get what I want
And curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine
It's all about the game and what you flaunt
Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you
When you know that you're not teasing me
She's an absolute terror for absolute territory