You're in the crowd, front row. Lita looks at you seductively,

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

You're in control, tell me what you want me to do next.

When you’re in the mood you make do with whatever is close