She got you, got you good, didn't have a chance
Pretty lady put you in, wearing master's pants
Oh, baby, don't you know, you're living on the death?
You better stay away if you want to live
Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah. Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah
Every time you turn around she is looking up at you down below
Ooo, sugar pie. Mmm, c'mon chocolate spot
She got a gun and all, don't you even know?
She looks into your eyes, angels all aglow
She takes it on the stride, leap through mind again
Don't worry, you are fine, living with the mess
Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah. Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah
Every time you turn around she is looking up at you down below
Ooo, sugar pudding. Candy dick. Orange rolls. Angel's spit
Boy, she's got you, got you good, don't you even try?
Come on, if you could, you would surely die
You take it towards your mouth, you don't even know
Come on, sugar dick, you are gonna go
Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah. Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah
Every time you turn around she is looking up at you down below
Cool dye, chocolate spot. Check her out. Don't you know?
Deep in my heart. Say goodbye
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