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 fuck
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?
Do I? Do I? 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 fucking 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?