Eventually I'll know The dirty things you hide inside Spread anxiously before me Till I find nothing to hide I've developed quite a habit And it's all because of you Only stopped to smell the roses But kept getting high on you You can tell me how you like it Or just let this take its course Ride it out til our frustration Leaves us dripping wet and hoarse Clutch my hand for you're my Partner in this lustiest of crimes Always one to find the sweeter Spot and turn my words to rhymes