He turns around to face her then,
his right hand seems to claw the air,
She doesn't know why she came here,
She doesn't know what possessed her,
Sweat's running down her spine,
But then he breaks into a smile,
that lights up his whole face,
And then he starts to laugh and laugh and laugh,
And then he says "I've thought about you,
since that day we met but barely spoke"

"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."