Sweet woman on the outside
Hard candy underneath
Do you know I think of you
Writhing between my sheets?
There isn't much I haven't tried
But you'd never think it true
Men, women, several at once
Would you like it to be you?
I do not take prisoners
And I never have regrets
There are things I could teach you
You've never thought of yet
Come into my parlor...
Or the kitchen...or the bed
It really makes no difference
When I get inside your head
I am getting hungry
I need a little snack
Stop running from me, baby
And come hit it from the back
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