She wakes up in her bed
It's rumblin' in her head
she feels that randy mood
So she is feelin' good

Her body's wet and smelling
But her shanks are swelling

She seems to recall now
it started with a marital row
she went out in a bar
ready for a sandwich, hard

She feels so stiff and aching
But her body's quaking

She is high, so high, she's flying
pressing out the juice, so sweet

She has so clotty hairs
no matter, she does not care
she acquired a taste for it
everyday a little bit of it

bottom-up, top down, it's funny
her one thought, she's gettin' horny

She is high, so high, she's flying
pressing out the juice, so sweet
She is high, so high, she's flying
pressing out the juice, so sweet

bottom-up, top down, it's funny
her one thought and she is gettin' horny
she gets so wet and it tastes good
what a wonderful food

Stand up, my half-baked pussy, look into your mirror
your lipstick's missing and your eyes long for paint

keep cool, my Babe and don't be paralysed with terror
we know, you love it and you are not a saint