Absolute Territory

She's got a fetish for fine art A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt She goes right to my heart She comes a'knocking with her stocking and I get hurt I get the feeling I'm in deep Troubled waters but they're only thigh-high This kind of girl don't get no sleep Don't wake your father, skip the starters, strap those garters up Oh my my! Checkered pattern on your skirt I see you flaunting, see you taunting, it's so sickening I can't resist the way you flirt I should be dead but my heartbeat's quickening I get the feeling less is more It's an excuse just to shake your little derrière That ratio; a perfect score A girl's status is measured by her denier Lie down baby Arch your back now Maybe you can help me get what I want Curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine It's all about the game and what you flaunt Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you When you know that you're not teasing me She's an absolute terror for Absolute Territory (You're so hotly contested, here's a tip You should rename your thighs to the Gaza Strip) That's it, baby, take control You're so enticing, mesmerizing, don't know how to react You're gonna steal my very soul More manslaughter than the third impact I see you strutting in that pleat Double-taking, yeah I'm shaking and you know it shows This kind of girl just can't be beat She whispers in my ear Take off your clothes Lie down baby Arch your back now Maybe you can help me get what I want Curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine It's all about the game and what you flaunt Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you When you know that you're not teasing me She's an absolute terror for Absolute Territory