Out on the banks of Mexico
I saw your emerald shores
They call out swimming in the chemicals
They always beg for more
They get off
They get off on you
Wet hot
Just fall into
This lap of luxury
I offer love from the other side
You'll eat their awful fruit
They get off on the fantasy
That you might taste as good
They get off
They get off on you
Wet hot
Just fall into
This lap of luxury
We only want to make you shine
So just sign your name on the dotted line
Yeah, yeah...
