You can do me up like Woodrow Wilson,
carry me children, exit the building.
Let me love you like you’re the SHIT, girl.
you’re the shit girl, you’re the shit girl.
I see you got some money and you don’t know what to do with it
And if you want to spent some of it on me, baby, I would be cool with it
I need you on TOP of me like I was funnel cake in your strawberries and coolwhip…