I wanna know when you’re mine
Son of a gun are you shooting in time
Why do you wear so much red
It made a mess when we kissed on my bed

Another round for the girl
Who knows my weakness who knows how to twirl
Enough to get her undressed
I ride your senses and you ride my chest

Around my neck there’s a rope
Sometimes you pull it and I start to choke
Is it a test for the girl
Who knows what it takes to be in your world

So if you want, come collect