Hunting is in our blood

Hunting is in our blood

I′m not yet a fatherI'm not yet a father

Watch out, Demoiselle

So intrigued, I′m watching hormones at their finest

And he's desperate to fuck

Eat it up, he's saying anything it takes to be inside her

Lies are used so that she′ll lose her clothes

She′ll just blush

Baited with liquor, hook line and sinker

Now he's got her

(Slayin′) someone's daughter

They might insist that they′re different from the rest

This is a tactic used often by the lady-killer

But first

Calculate timing, orchestrate touching

Arranging all the little tricks to play

In his bed, willingly spread by two

Baited with liquor, hook line and sinker

Line and sinker!

Girl, you're still alone, but you′re never home

Does he get you off? Do I get you off?

Do I? Do I? Do I?

Now he's got her

(Slayin') someone′s daughter

They might insist that they′re different from the rest

This is a tactic used often...

Stop, close your fucking legs

This is all they crave

Hunting is in our...

Hunting is in our...

BLOOD!

I'm not yet a father

I′m not yet a father

Watch out, Demoiselle (Watch out, Demoiselle)

At the bar, the hopeful hunters roam

Finding prey, they drink, then stumble home

Altered judgment helps them make the kill

Once inside, he knows he's sealed the deal

The deal

We all try just a little bit

But there′s some who go further

They're so wrong

He′s so wrong to be deceitful

Do you believe it?

Why can't you see it?

Do I? Do I? Do I?