What's your scientific name, little reptilian
You're so manufactured your skin tastes like leather
You're so done up you'd melt in any kind of weather
When you're in my bed it's like a storm in your lace sweater
I can see what's underneath, and it's complementing everything I feel
What do I have to convince inside of you
To seal the deal
A bride wearing blue is a grooms refute
But if you can make me feel like this every night I'll suit up for you

And I'll forget my old life, I'll just make due
I'll forget my old life, I'll just think something up
I'll just recreate you
I'll place you inside of my mouth right next to my sweet tooth