Ok, ok, ok, ok… I know that Ewe know this one, Nicolle Wallace:

Yeah, I saw sparks fly from the corner of my eye
When I turned, ooh, it was love at first sight
I said, “Please excuse me, I didn’t catch your name
Oh, it’d be a shame not to see you again”

Stop The Presses, Marcy!!! I smell sex and candy.

… [Y]es, such a bad girl, loves to work me overtime
Feels good dancin’ close to the borderline
She’s a magic mountain, she’s a leather glove
Oh, she’s my soul, it must be love