Baby-Come-Lately

Light up her life, 
Slicin' her thighs, 
Sleeping with knives
For a new high.

Candido she, 
She's a love-machine, 
Gotta a lot of love for libertine.

Baby-come-lately, 
Will never break free, 
Run outta old thrills on her own; 
But that disco fever
Will never leave her, 
She boogies so low, on tonight! 

Wearing her clothes, 
Knows what you know, 
Walk like me-so, 
Like mosquito.