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
