You are a booker you've hooked me baby In your black fishnets I like the ground you cut lady In your high stiletts Oh, keep walking, walking over me Keep walking, walking over me You're a catchy, a catchy lady You're a catchy, a catchy lady I get a rush when you throw your line in Rush down to your bait You have a sharpish hook lady Got me on your plate Got me for breakfast, caught me for tea Got me for breakfast, caught me for tea You're a catchy, a catchy lady You're a catchy, a catchy lady Keep walking... You're a catchy, a catchy lady Got me for breakfast, caught me for tea Keep walking, walking over me Keep walking... You're a catchy, a catchy lady...