Mmm, I want you in my bed in a minute flat, Let's hit the backseat of your cherry Cadillac, I bet you never guessed, Or came prepared for this, I like your bowtie, glasses on your eyes,
You better push that gear down to the fifth, And hit that gas pedal with a hell of a kick,
Whoa, the world ain't ending, but it might as well be, Whoa, I'll rock you like the sea, Buildings ain't crumblin', but they might as well be, Whoa, so let's not think and just,