She got something for everyone   She got something sweet that makes me want to come over   She's got something out and she's got something in   She got something sick on down beneath her skin   Was it right for her to freak and (frequently) let me in   Was it right for her to turn my brass (grass / ass) to sin   Ponies on the beach right back into her head   One more drink and we slip back into her bead      But does that mean that I can't slip into another trance   And completely take a trip into your eyes and I will turn you onto   Mother don't you know I'm a slave to that soul   Mother don't you know I'm just a fool to be your slave   Mother don't you know I've got to dance on that grave   Mother don't you know I'm a slave to that soul      Rubies on a ring all make your lips get wet   So I rap a string of pearls on down around her neck   Take it in your arms and you can feel her thrust (crush)   A twisted psychophonic (? ? ? ) love of vixen lust