Ah baby now!

If only your legs were on your head,
Oh what a sight that would be,
It would make it less dead in our marriage bed,
And would be so delightful for me,
Can’t you see?
Don’t you agree?
Honey?
No?
O.K.
Never mind.
Let me elaborate…

You know I’ve never liked your hair,
It’s greasy and covers your face,
I’d feel so much better if it weren’t there,
And a pair of legs took its place,
In any case,
That would be ace,
Don’t you think?
Gummy bear?
Look at me!
Oh wait, you can’t because of your hair.

You could think on your feet,
Stamp your head to the beat,
It would be so sweet,
To massage all your feet,
You could do a headstand with ease,
You could hear all the clicks in your knees,
Swat away all the wasps and the bees,
Do whatever you please.

Trampolining on the ceiling,
Trampolining all the day,
And as you’re bouncing up and down,
Know that your legs protect your crown,
Yes everything is gonna be O.K.

Here we go.
Hey hey hey!
Hey my duck, what the cluck?
(A goddess on a mountain top,)
When I caught wind of your modifications I flew back from my vacation,
(Was burning like a silver flame,)
Just to get a glimpse of those pins,
It’s win-win with them things!
(The summit of beauty and love,)
They’re…
(And Venus was her name,)
Weapons of mass destruction,
Forget your instructions,
Forget your dermabrasions,
(She’s got it,)
Mastoplasties, facelifts,
(Oh baby she’s got it,)
Tummy tucks, mammaplasties, shucks!
I’m in Heaven with them legs eleven!
(I’m your Venus, I’m your fire,
Your desire)
Mmm!

It would be so funny to me to watch you put your trousers on, [ad lib. overlapping]
[Overlapping] I’m heels over head in love with you.

Put your feet in the air if you’re ready to sing!

You could think on your feet,
Stamp your head to the beat,
It would be so sweet,
To massage all your feet,
You could do a headstand with ease,
You could hear all the clicks in your knees,
Swat away all the wasps and the bees,
Do whatever you please.

Oh, if your legs were on your head,
If your legs were on your head you’d never get out of bed,
Oh, if your legs were on your head,
It would be incredible,
Oh, if your legs were on your head,
I’d teach you how to tread, I’d teach you how to tread,
On your leggy leggy head,
Oh, if your legs were on your head,
Or maybe an eyeball in your bellybutton, actually,
Yeah, that’s a much better idea,
Ignore that I wrote this song.

You can see why Eminem had so much fun can’t you?