Fair Sex – The Wildest Dreams lyrics

The king cat has crude critics
No leaders no slaves
The crowd was used to crouching
The new cracker is no creep
He's hotter much hotter
Darn the wildest dreams are crazing and much hotter
To crumple a system is ecstatic a task
To crumple an empire is a crackling crazing task
Now tumbling down these stairs
Means crouching and crease
Ten thousand sisters
Have crazing smashing feasts
Darn the wildest dreams are crazing and much hotter