Hunting is in our blood Hunting is in our blood I'm not yet a father I'm not yet a father Watch out, Demoiselle So intrigued, I'm watching hormones at their finest And he's desperate to fu*k Eat it up, he's saying anything it takes to be inside her Lies are used so that she'll lose her clothes She'll just blush Baited with liquor, hook line and sinker Now he's got her (Slayin') someone's daughter They might insist that they're different from the rest This is a tactic used often by the lady-killer But first Calculate timing, orchestrate touching Arranging all the little tricks to play In his bed, willingly spread by two Baited with liquor, hook line and sinker Hook line and sinker Girl, you're still alone, but you're never home Does he get you off? Do I get you off? Do I? Now he's got her (Slayin') someone's daughter They might insist that they're different from the rest This is a tactic used often Stop, close your fu*king legs This is all they crave Hunting is in our... Hunting is in our... BLOOD! I'm not yet a father I'm not yet a father Watch out, Demoiselle Watch out, Demoiselle At the bar, the hopeful hunters roam Finding prey, they drink, then stumble home Altered judgement helps them make the kill Once inside, he knows he's sealed the deal The deal We all try just a little bit But there's some who go further They're so wrong He's so wrong to be deceitful Do you believe it? Why can't you see it? Do I?