Baby-come-lately

Light up her life,
Slicin' her thighs,
Sleeping with knives
For a new high.

Candido she,
She's a love-machine,
Gotta a lot of love for libertine.

Baby-come-lately,
Will never break free,
Run outta old thrills on her own
But that disco fever
Will never leave her,
She boogies so low, on tonight!

Wearing her clothes,
Knows what you know,
Walk like me-so,
Like mosquito.