I got a fistful of your hair, but you don't look like you're scared. You just smile and tell me, "Daddy, it's yours." Cause you know how I like it, you's a dirty little lover
If the neighbors call the cops, call the sheriff, call the SWAT— we don't stop, we keep rocking while they're knocking on our door.
And you're screaming, "Give it to me baby, give it to me motherfucker!"