eyes that are lined with coal
skin softer than a female
whiter than a mound of snow
and where she's from nobody knows
mouth sweet enough to french kiss
body that's about to blow
she's good to go
how he would die for gold
he'll steal it out of your purse
take it from you nice and slow
then give it to you on the floor
he'll leave you right as you sleep
never coming back for more
he's good to go
she'll set your night on fire
all tangled up as her flame
where she lays her head is home
and when she goes you'll never know
that scent of her never leaves
neither will the sound of her moans
she's good to go
skin softer than a female
whiter than a mound of snow
and where she's from nobody knows
mouth sweet enough to french kiss
body that's about to blow
she's good to go
how he would die for gold
he'll steal it out of your purse
take it from you nice and slow
then give it to you on the floor
he'll leave you right as you sleep
never coming back for more
he's good to go
she'll set your night on fire
all tangled up as her flame
where she lays her head is home
and when she goes you'll never know
that scent of her never leaves
neither will the sound of her moans
she's good to go