she will send me rocketing each time i see her face
after that proceedings rush off at a torrid pace
and then i find i'm acting like a randy alley cat
she is zero up to sexy in eleven seconds flat
i'll be deadly calm but when she starts to misbehave
those little ripples in my flesh become tsunami waves
a raging ocean surges where before a stillness sat
she is zero up to sexy in eleven seconds flat
a gentle warming zephyr can become a hurricane
they sound a small craft warning for ships bounding on the main
her smoking signals set off by a simple fireside chat
she is zero up to sexy in eleven seconds flat
things are safe and peaceful till her fireworks fill the sky
i'm blinded and i'm deafened and my temperature's too high
its truly overwhelming when she twitches this and that
she is zero up to sexy in eleven seconds flat
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