Dont You Dare Touch My Schmutz (ulterior)

[Verse] I got my butter and cheese and gelato My baby got a fist full of ottomans Baby got a fridge full of sandwiches And I don't mean to sound like a cheap-skate bitch [Verse 2] I got my cable I have my subscriptions Baby took a vow not to cancel me But I swear he don't care about the dance of The Ancients Yeah I took it to the altar now don't you dare [Chorus] (Ahh) Don't you dare-ahhh Touch my schmutz (don't you dare) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Bridge] [Moaning of ecstasy ensues subsequently as follows] (Uuuhhh) Don't you dare Don't you dare (Uhh) Don't you dare Don't you dare [Chorus] (Yeaaaahhhhh-baby-buh) (Uh-buh) Don't you dare Don't you dare Don't you dare Don't you dare (Yodeling promptly commences) [Assorted yodeling continues] [Taboo-inspired lyrical composition continues implementation of contractual obligations with repeated song reconstruction as follows] (Uuhhh) Don't you (I told you about this before) Don't you (Ahhh) Don't you dare Don't you dare (Ahh) [Verse] I got my butter and cheese and gelato My baby got a fist full of ottomans Baby got a fridge full of sandwiches And I don't mean to sound like a cheap-skate bitch