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
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 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
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 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
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 (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"
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 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