Fits Like a Glove (Live from The Ritz, NYC)

Now here's a little song
About episodes such as this
This is true to life
This is from lick it up
This one's called, fits like a glove

Uh

Uh, yeah
Ain't a cardinal sin, baby, let me in
Girl, I'm gonna treat you right
Well, goodness sakes, my snake's alive
And it's a-ready to bite

Hornet's nest, lay me down to rest
Ooh, I wanna shed my skin
I got the urge to merge, you're as cold as ice
Baby, won't you let me in

Night scenes, wet dreams
Enough to make you drool
And fire, fire
Fire for the fuel

Don't like to dress, talk too good
But I found my queen
Not too clean, know what I like
If you know what I mean

Baby, baby
Guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby
Where the sun never shines

And this must be love (Fits like a glove)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fits like a glove

Feel the heat, driver's seat
My blessing is my curse
Think I'm gonna burst
A-gonna burst, I think I'm gonna burst

Baby, baby
Guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby
Where the sun never shines

Ooh, it must be love (Fits like a glove)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Fits like a glove)

Ooh yeah
Oooh yeah
When I go through her
It's just like a
A hot dive

Ooh, it must be love (Fits like a glove)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Fits like a glove)

Ooh, yeah
(Fits like a glove)
It must be love, it must be love
(Fits like a glove)

Uh, yeah