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