I'd like to write this one a letternBut she's the type who could do betternAnd I just can't cope it's beaten menAnd I'm on the slopes internallynnI love to take her to the waternI get so jealous of her daughternShe's lost all hope of drilling menSo I've turned to dope, it's beaten mennI bet she is... lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' itnShe is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, she is (x2)nnWe'll hold a conference in my gardennI'll ask the police chief for a pardonnI found the rope, it's swinging menBut I've lost the soap to healing me, healing mennI bet she is... lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' itnShe is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, she is (x3)nn