She's just a sweet little thing She's born and raised on daddy's plantation Her gentle roar can't ignore The dangers of her black occupation She's such a crime, she's such a crime. She only signs on the dotted line Just cause she thinks it's illegal Oh, you've got a cat, got a dog, got a dad But you don't know your people. You know exactly how to turn it up, turn it up, And watch me lose control. And you can't shake her, turn it up, turn it up And watch me lose control. And nothing's what it seems, nothing's what it seems. Place your bets on who gets the rest Of your new varsity preacher. Oh, she gets around, gets around, And she down to be the beauty school teacher. And they will feed your own mind, Yes, they'll feed your mind. Oh, it's always started when she turns it up, turns it up And watch her lose, lose. No, you just can't shake her, shake her, turn it up, turn it up And watch her lose control. And nothing's what it seems, nothing's what it seems. Porcelain dreams, porcelain dreams.