They call me god's gift to women And I think it's well-deserved You can't question all my abilities Until you've had your turn
There's no stopping when I'm in your head And no time to make my bed No fast love in the lavatory when you hook up with me
They call me god's gift to women And I come from pedigree You'll only find golden apples Hanging on my family tree
Good god I can hear you humming While you climb that mountain peak Good god I can feel you strumming I know what you seek Good god I can see you rising The pressure's building up inside your head Good god I can feel you writhing Cuz you're jacked like a VU meter in the red
