Those lips, those eyes, that food
Well, there ain't nothin' like a spread to get ya in the mood
Wilbur, can't you feel the burning flame of hot desire?
You're gonna need more than some seltzer to put out this fire

I'm wailing, look out old Baltimore
I'm selling something you can't purchase at a ten cent store
Oh Wilbur, I feel like a princess, come on take me to the ball
I bet you're tired of heavy lifting, get your hands on something small

Because I'm big, blonde, and beautiful
It's time to face the facts, it's irrefutable
Why waste one more minute, now I feel brand spankin' new
Hey Wilbur, take a look, it's all for
You
You?

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Wittman