Locked up in Cheeta's, skipping our names A subtle hint to get some action right away Show me where to go, what are we waiting for? You spill your spirit all over my pants We're getting off to a fine start, Now tell me where to go, what are we heading for? Sweaty-funk perfume, shorts down to your knees Heels and fishnets, tonges and fingers doused with champagne Some scattered thinking flashes in my mind I didn't get your name, how'd it get this far? Tell me where to go, what are we heading for? What are we heading for?