You've got that look And He definetly won't mind Because I'm pretty sure You're about to try And we feel like we're dead Surrounded by freaky men No you're never gonna make it Your pirouettes cleaves the air I breath Leaving me nothing around here but your scent I put a few traps to get I put a few traps to get To get your skinny legs No you're never gonna make it But you're good enough to sneak away And turn'em against me You're good enough to sneak away