Karaoké Absolute Territory Ken Ashcorp

She's got a fetish for fine art

A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt

Yeah, 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

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

And 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, yeah

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

And 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