“What’s Your Fantasy?” Chorus

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo’
Then I wanna, “ahh ahh,” you make it so good I don’t wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know: what-what’s your fanta-ta-sy?

I would very much enjoy t-t-t-tasting your flesh from crown to extremity!

Also, I would not mind if our lovemaking took us crashing from bedstead

—That is, from the bedstead to the—to the very floor!

After that, I would like to—“Ahh! Ahh!”

—Madam, you make romancing so pleasurable I do not wish to leave,

But I simply must kn-kn-kn—(pardon my spluttering!)—know:

Whatever is your fanta-ta-sy?