She’s a collector
A solid wood erector
you know she wrote the book
on those sweet come hither looks
in your direction
Just one glance and you’re a mumblin’ fool
she’ll take you to bed, she’ll take you to school
You’ll get collected

She’ a collector
a stone dope detector
check out those red cherry lips
and those wide magnolia hips
you’d love to bisect her
When she glides through the room and your eyes pop out
when gettin’ into her is all that you’re about
You’ve been collected.

She cuts notches on the bedposts, she hangs scalps on the wall
I saw your name engraved in her trophy case of replica balls.

She’s a collector
a recipe perfector
she cooks soups and homemade stews
savory dishes just for you
she’s a butcher knife disector
I came in her kitchen, it was rainin’ outside
I gave her my heart but she stole my pride
I got collected.

She’s a collector.