Oh no, I spilled myself all over!

Now it’s a newly waxed floor.

Just because I’m in heat don’t call me “rover.”

Come on in and close the door.

It’s not my fault, it’s all yours

yes you are the blame-you are the one

leaving out your pink and black-laced drawers

now I know you’re not wearing none

your twisted faces I truly adore

come and try me if you dare

don’t worry I’ve got plenty more

what if I get it in your hair

and all the way down to your toes

you don’t care that’s why you’re a sinner

hot butter is greasy and slippery you know

fix yourself up like a seven-course dinner

like Halloween it’s trick-or-treat

I’ve got a treat just for you

it’s all you can eat

that’s all I wanna do.