Down to who knows who, just to socialize I'm waiting for my girls when you call my eyes You got no way to make a man honor You got to understand Mankind ought to die Well, well, lordy, my god, what do we got here? You're flashing cross the floor, make it perfectly clear You're the bait and you're the hook, someone's bound to take a look I'm your man, child, Lord of the Fines You must have come here to find it You've got the look in your eyes Although you really don't mind it I am the Lord of your thighs You must have come here to find it You've got the look in your eyes Although you really don't mind it I am the Lord of your thighs Have a look I am the Lord of your thighs *