| I was checking out the Ritz hotel, in the middle of a Paris afternoon | |
| My baby nude, my baby sweet, my baby got a perfect ass | |
| Electric lips on endless legs, chaotic fury on breathless heels | |
| My baby goddess is the reign of high voltage queens | |
| A kamikaze body that blows up sex in your dream | |
| Satan's daughter kills with the perfume of her moves | |
| As she walks through the lobby turning man's eyes into steam | |
| The lady is nude, damn! The model is real. | |
| She turns me on, she turns you on. She turns every single fucking life form on | |
| She doesn't care of your control. She doesn't give a fuck of your smart rock'n roll | |
| You wanna try? Try me and die? Give me some love. Yes show me what you've got | |
| I've got it all. When nothing hides. I wanna try | |
| And while her chest so synchronized with the flying of her mane | |
| She keeps going her machine-gunning with her style... a hurricane | |
| Now let them shake and shake for me and shake it yes, yes shake it only | |
| My baby nude, my baby streaks, my baby with her perfect ass | |
| She turns me on, she turns you on. She turns every single fucking life form on | |
| She doesn't care of your control. She doesn't give a fuck of your smart silicon |