I hear of the things that you'll do Like a little piece of hell and baby it's true I hear all the things that I've tried But there's nothing on Earth That k**s me in your mind [it's true] . . . There's nothing so good as the heat And a little piece of cheese exquisite and so sweet I know that you're expensive When you find your way to hell But that's when the lying quits What fancy this, You're his And like a thousand times I know when it's time to kiss And with all the things we know we just can't miss What fancy this, It's his And like a thousand times I know when its time to kiss And with all the things we know I just can't miss