Absolute Territory

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-knockin' with her stocking and I get hurt

I get the feelin' 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 flauntin', see you tauntin', it's so sickenin'

I can't resist the way you flirt

I should be dead, but my heartbeat's quickenin'

I get the feelin' 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, yeah)

That's it, baby, take control

You're so enticin', mesmerisin', don't know how to react

You're gonna steal my very soul

More manslaughter than the third impact, yeah

I see you struttin' in that pleat

Double-takin', yeah, I'm shakin' 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