I was walkin' down the street. When someone called my name. She had spiked heels on her feet. And she was feelin' no pain. Ohhh must be Lizard Love. So I hid behind the newspaper. Turned to page six. She was in her birthday suit. Behind a crucifix. Ohhh must be Lizard Love. She was hangin' big booty. She was puss n' boots way up to here. She's a little bit of heaven a 24-7. A 10 every day of the year. Now there must be some mistake. I'm feelin' so high strung. She said 'I make love like a snake. I even got a forked tongue'. At first I thought I was dreamin'. That I'd wake up and she'd dissappear. But when I opened up my eyes. She was laughing and a screamin' swinging from the chandlier. You know I never seem to give. Or ever get enough. And I just can't seem to live without. That sweet bodacious stuff.