She likes me But the size of her love, well it's frightening She's batting her eyes in morse code She's saying bling, bling, bling it's time to take me home She says "you're getting excited" I'm tired of trying to fight it, ("Don't fight it") So turn on the kettle Preheat the oven When the water starts to boil it's time to start . . . (Oh yeah) She likes to dish the dirt with me (Oh yeah) She likey like the birds and bees (Oh yeah) She likes to put her hips to work (Oh yeah) She likes to make me go berserk She's nineteen I find this very enticing You see it's hard to find A girl with her state of mind I heard she's into scratching and biting I want this promise in writing We can write it in the sky in lightning Well dinner's been served so let's move to the bed I can turn down the lights and give you . . . (Oh yeah) She likes to dish the dirt with me (Oh yeah) She likey like the birds and bees (Oh yeah) She likes to put her hips to work (Oh yeah) She likes to make me go berserk I tried to keep this love a secret I won't tell if you won't tell I must confess my whole world Smells of . . .