I know girls who just can't get around

the symbolic power-play of going down.

Me, well, just the thought gets me worked-up.

So, fill my mouth up when I won't shut-up.

You wanna pull my hair?

Automatic love,

knock-me-up-feet-bare.

Automatic, rocket, baby. Come and get me.

I want nothing more

than to make me feel good.

Call me spastic, super-plastic, but come and get me.

I want nothing more

than to make you feel good.

I'm so tired of girls saying they're strong.

Strong?

If you've got to say it you are wrong.

It's best, I think, to be the underdog.

In front and under, pushed into the wall.

I wanna iron your shirts,

instinctive response,

while you pull-up my skirt.

Chorus:

Instrumental bridge:

Time is wasting….(continue chorus)