Well, well, Lordie my God,
What do we got here?
She's flashin' 'cross the floor,
Make it perfectly clear.
You're the bait, and you're the hook,
Someone 'bound to take a look.
I'm your man, child. Lord of the Thighs.
You must of come here to find it,
You've got the look in your eyes.
Although you really don't mind it -
I am the Lord of your Thighs!
You must of come here to find it baby,
You've got the look in your eyes.
Although you really don't mind it -
I am the Lord of your Thighs!