The light goes out   She comes   And makes him pucker up   She's got a girl disease   And he's a man in need      The skirt will sway   Inside his eyeballs   Sleepy from a lack of sleep   He will crawl inside her knees   If he can find the key   She's nervous as hell this time      When his teeth marks make him a Valentine   He's under control   When the juice hits her lips like white wine   She's under control      The room is red   The glow of romance   Hazy like a freaky scene   From a bad dream      Inside his head   Her sweating fingers   Kneading his tender brain   He can't remember she came   It's just the same   He's nervous as hell this time      When the hair in her teeth makes her stomach turn   She's under control   When the shuddering squeal makes his body burn   He's under control      The bubbles make it nice   They've broken the mirrors twice   Soft music plays in Hell for them   Every night      When she walks with a limp and a stroller   She's under control   When he looks about fifty years older   He's under control      She's under control   He's under control