She takes her clothes off in front of people
Does it slowly, moves like treacle
She wants to tempt you, push you further
You know you'll let her get away with murder
She wants your flesh, don't want your babies
she has a taste for married ladies
She's not a nymphomaniac - she's more a pyromaniac
She wants you... To turn the world on
Don't talk of lurve, you'll only bore her
She's like a drug, you'll want to score her
She keeps religion between her tights, now
You fall to worship, get on your knees now
She's not a nymphomaniac - she's more a pyromaniac
She wants you... To turn the world on FIRE
