Call me pretty, make your manoeuvre One year younger, call me a cougar All dressed up, think I did it for ya Make eye contact, think I adore ya It's a pity, it's your manoeuvre Your conversation makes me abhor you Judging by the pace I was walking No time to stop, no time for talking Tell your wife to be a lover To open wide when he comes home to you Hey, little girl, get out of my mind Stay a while, baby, it's cold outside I told you that I really can't stay I told you I have to go away You ask me why I'm in a hurry Cause my mother will start to worry Call me pretty, make your manoeuvre One year younger, call me a cougar All dressed up, think I did it for ya Make eye contact, think I adore ya It's a pity, it's your manoeuvre Your conversation makes me abhor you Judging by the pace I was walking No time to stop, no time for talking