Hunting is in our blood 
Hunting is in our blood 
I'm not yet a father 
I'm not yet a father 
Watch out, Demoiselle 
So intrigued, I'm watching hormones at their finest 
And he's desperate to fuck 
Eat it up, he's saying anything it takes to be inside 
her 
Lies are used so that she'll lose her clothes 
She'll just blush 
Baited with liquor, hook line and sinker 
Now he's got her 
(Slayin') someone's daughter 
They might insist that they're different from the rest 
This is a tactic used often by the lady-killer 
But first 
Calculate timing, orchestrate touching 
Arranging all the little tricks to play 
In his bed, willingly spread by two 
Baited with liquor, hook line and sinker 
Hook line and sinker 
Girl, you're still alone, but you're never home 
Does he get you off? Do I get you off? 
Do I? 
Now he's got her 
(Slayin') someone's daughter 
They might insist that they're different from the rest 
This is a tactic used often 
Stop, close your fucking legs 
This is all they crave 
Hunting is in our... 
Hunting is in our... 
BLOOD! 
I'm not yet a father 
I'm not yet a father 
Watch out, Demoiselle 
Watch out, Demoiselle 
At the bar, the hopeful hunters roam 
Finding prey, they drink, then stumble home 
Altered judgement helps them make the kill 
Once inside, he knows he's sealed the deal 
The deal 
We all try just a little bit 
But there's some who go further 
They're so wrong 
He's so wrong to be deceitful 
Do you believe it? 
Why can't you see it? 
Do I?