refrain: Bom chicka wah wah... It's the libido's mantra... Yeah, it goes bom chicka wah wah... Mmm, baby, come to mama...
The scent goes up through the nose And then into the brain Attacks the common sense Who's always super lame
What's that crazy scent? I cannot concentrate. Must find a recipe for dinner... Must get to work, I'm late.
Forget all that stuff, girl. It's hopeless to resist. Your libido's in control. Surrender to the mist.
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'But I want true love, Like Romeo and Juliet...' 'Thou doth protest to much Now go work up a sweat!'
'What if in the morning There's guilt and there's regret?' 'Better than another night Watching TV with your pets.'
'But this really isn't right, I mean what would mother say?' 'She'd say break out those skimpy thongs And tromp all those clichés.'
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It invades a woman's mind. Her limbic region goes insane. She'll start aching for a man and acting so profane.
It's a sexual tourette's, Strange words break out your mouth We're here to worn all you girls, There's a monsoon headed south
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Bom chicka wah wah...
How to explain this sexual feeling Somehow my panties end up on the ceiling Even guys we cannot stand have us eating from their hand If you've got that aroma on, you can have our whole band