Sweat, baby, sweat, baby sex is a Texas drought Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts Yes, I'm Siskel, yes, I'm Ebert And you're getting two thumbs up You've had enough of two-hand touch You want it rough, you're out of bounds I want you smothered, want you covered Like my Waffle House hash browns Comin' quicker than FedEx, never reaching apex Just like Coca-Cola stock, you are inclined To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time