| Ooh, yeah, yeah | |
| Ooh, yeah, yeah ooh | |
| I smelled your thoughts when you walked by, | |
| Thinkin' about me. | |
| They smelled so dirty, | |
| You get caught with every thought you think. | |
| As you smile into my eyes, your ears turn pink. | |
| You told me you were feelin' shy, | |
| It made my tummy blink. | |
| So help me God, | |
| Don't you do that again. | |
| You might wake up in a predicament. | |
| So help me God, | |
| Don't you do that again. | |
| You just might be my next lucky victim. | |
| We were sitting side by side, | |
| In the theatre. | |
| But the whole time we had our eyes, | |
| On each other. | |
| By and by we're touching hands, | |
| And squirming in our chairs. | |
| You whisper something funny, | |
| And sweet nothings in my ear. | |
| So help me God, | |
| Don't you do that again. | |
| You might wake up in a predicament. | |
| So help me God, | |
| Don't you do that again. | |
| You might just be my next lucky victim. | |
| Ooh yeah, yeah. | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh. | |
| Now I'm not one to hit and run, | |
| Forsaking my religion. | |
| But you've converted me, | |
| To another "ism". | |
| I see you as a matador, | |
| Running 'round in red. | |
| You're screwing with the buttons, | |
| And the words inside my head. | |
| So help me God, | |
| Don't you do that again. | |
| You might wake up in a predicament. | |
| So help me God, | |
| Don't you do that again. | |
| You might just be my next lucky victim. | |
| Yeahh. | |
| So help me, so help, so help me. | |
| Ohh yeah. | |
| So help me, so help, so help me. | |
| Yeahh. | |
| Oooh. | |
| Oooh yeah. | |
| So help me God, | |
| Don't you do that again. | |
| You might wake up in a predicament. | |
| So help me God, | |
| Don't you do that again, | |
| You might just be my next lucky victim. | |
| Oooh yeah, oh whoa, | |
| Hmm, hmm, hmm. |
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