She is dangerously hot, she is flagrant, she's atomic,
She's my red headed slut.
She is sticky in my hand, she is fragrant, she is chronic,
She's my red headed slut.
She's got a sweet motion,
Hits you like a love potion,
Object of so much devotion, but
She's my red headed slut.
 
Like a fast food breakfast, she is cheap with lots of sugar,
She's my red headed slut.
When it comes to beer pong, she's a champion chugger,
She's my red headed slut.
She's quick and easy
And her attitude is breazy
And I wouldn't be so sleazy, but
She's my red headed slut.

[Spoken normally] I remember that night when we first met. I was singing karaoke, she was tending the bar. When I finished my song, she liked it so much she vaulted over the bar, wrestled me down to the floor and gave me a lap dance. On my face. Yo, nice panties!
 
She's tangy like the onions on a chili-cheese hotdog,
She's my red headed slut.
She spices up the evening like the nuts on a cheese log,
She's my red headed slut.
Hey, she's not the Mona Lisa
But we'll send out for some pizza,
Yeah, we'll shoot some pool, she'l prolly beat my butt.
She's my red headed slut.