I was checking out the Ritz hotel, in the middle of a Paris afternoon
My baby nude, my baby sweet, my baby got a perfect [bad word] Electric lips on endless legs, chaotic fury on breathless heels
My baby goddess is the reign of high voltage queens

kamikaze body that blows up  in your dream
Satan's daughter kills with the perfume of her moves
As she walks through the lobby turning man's eyes into steam
The lady is nude, [bad word]  The model is real.

She turns me on, she turns you on. She turns every single [bad word] life form on
She doesn't care of your control. She doesn't give a [bad word] of your smart rock'n roll
You wanna try? Try me and die? Give me some love. Yes show me what you've got
I've got it all. When nothing hides. I wanna try
And while her chest so synchronized with the flying of her mane
She keeps going her machine-gunning with her style... a hurricane
Now let them shake and shake for me and shake it yes, yes shake it only

My baby nude, my baby streaks, my baby with her perfect [bad word] She turns me on, she turns you on. She turns every single [bad word] life form on
She doesn't care of your control. She doesn't give a [bad word] of your smart silicon