Strap It On - Futon

She’s a super freak, dirty cheap, low rent funk machine

Never go to sleep, makes you weep

She can do no wrong

And she’s gone

Gotta give it out on the couch

Such a dirty mouth

Camera junky pout, putting out

'Til the break of dawn turn me on

And I don’t give a damn where you come from

Strap it on, so come on

And I don’t give a damn where you come from

You’re the bomb, strap it on

Ready to invade, hand grenade

Flick the switch to fade

Never touch the brake, accelerate

'Cause you’re out of control, rock and roll

Strutting across the floor like a whore

She’s a ten or more, never seen before

She’s hardcore to the bone

She’s a clone

And I don’t give a damn where you come from

Strap it on, so come on

And I don’t give a damn where you come from

You’re the bomb, strap it on