She got something for everyone

She got something sweet that makes me want to come over

She's got something out and she's got something in

She got something sick on down beneath her skin

Was it right for her to freak and (frequently) let me in

Was it right for her to turn my brass (grass / ass) to sin

Ponies on the beach right back into her head

One more drink and we slip back into her bead



But does that mean that I can't slip into another trance

And completely take a trip into your eyes and I will turn you onto

Mother don't you know I'm a slave to that soul

Mother don't you know I'm just a fool to be your slave

Mother don't you know I've got to dance on that grave

Mother don't you know I'm a slave to that soul



Rubies on a ring all make your lips get wet

So I rap a string of pearls on down around her neck

Take it in your arms and you can feel her thrust (crush)

A twisted psychophonic (? ? ? ) love of vixen lust