She's got a fetish for fine art

A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt

She goes right to my heart

She comes a'knocking with her stocking and I get hurt

I get the feeling 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 flaunting, see you taunting, it's so sickening

I can't resist the way you flirt

I should be dead but my heartbeat's quickening

I get the feeling less is more

It's an еxcuse just to shake your little dеrrière

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

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