I see you staring at me, just like I'm staring at you
I wanna go for a ride, up on your [bad word] and your [bad word] 
I want my [bad word] up inside, on your Fallopian tubes
Baby I don't need to know your name

You see the look in my eyes, you know that I wanna feez
I want you backin' up West, I'll stick my tongue to the East
I cross the fingers and pray, that you're not covered in yeast
Don't be stupid, girl you know the game

Do you wanna do me?
Tie me up and [bad word] me
Beat me, black and blue me
I know you wanna do it, so let's get down to it

Oh, gonna get down to it, yeah

Let's get to business baby, let's go back to my place
I'll [bad word] your skull and put the pictures up on MySpace
Then you can Twitter to your friends 'bout how my balls taste
God I love the information age

And then when we're done [bad word] #39; I'll go on your Facebook
And I'll find out you caught chlamydia from Dane Cook
Well that explains just why your [bad word] didn't taste good
God I hate the information age
 [bad word] on, baby!

Do you wanna do me?
Tie me up and [bad word] me
Beat me, black and blue me
I know you wanna do it, so let's get down to it

[guitar solo]

Do you wanna do me?
Tie me up and [bad word] me
Beat me, black and blue me
I know you wanna do it, so let's get down to it

Let's get down to it, yeah!
I know you wanna do it, so let's get down to it