When I hear the high pitched notes for the build up (idk what to call them) it feels like an opportunity to make slashes appear on screen like a Vergil Status, just a feeling tho
Lyrics: She's got a fetish for fine art A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt Yeah, she goes right to my heart She comes a-knockin' with her stocking and I get hurt I get the feelin' I'm in deep Troubled waters, but they're only thigh-high This kind of girl don't get no sleep Don't wake your father, skip the starters, strap those garters up Oh, my, my Checkered pattern on your skirt I see you flauntin', see you tauntin', it's so sickenin' I can't resist the way you flirt I should be dead, but my heartbeat's quickenin' I get the feelin' less is more It's an excuse just to shake your little derrière That ratio, a perfect score A girl's status is measured by her denier Lie down, baby, arch your back now Maybe you can help me get what I want And curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine It's all about the game and what you flaunt Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you When you know that you're not teasing me She's an absolute terror for absolute territory (You're so hotly contested, here's a tip) (You should rename your thighs to the Gaza Strip, yeah) That's it, baby, take control You're so enticin', mesmerisin', don't know how to react You're gonna steal my very soul More manslaughter than the third impact, yeah I see you struttin' in that pleat Double-takin', yeah, I'm shakin' and you know it shows This kind of girl just can't be beat She whispers in my ear, "Take off your clothes" Lie down, baby, arch your back now Maybe you can help me get what I want And curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine It's all about the game and what you flaunt Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you When you know that you're not teasing me She's an absolute terror for absolute territory
