Good grief We came to empty the jerry cans And Marsu is capable of that And there are men everywhere available When Marsu cracks open the love fuzz Boys dance, places stay musky The whole club bounces together Marsu must already be a little drunk Marsu's angels are always by her side This is Mariskalaatio, the maximization of sensual wordplay Mariskalaatio, the amputation of wifely activities Amputation, amputation This is Mariskalaatio, the amputation of wifely activities Like collecting mushrooms, you wake up by Marsu's side You tested the waters, let's proceed calmly In a car, in a bed, in a sauna The sweat starts to show Eroticism oozes in the air The grip starts to slip off Could you massage me from the breasts Don't worry about the price All of this is free for you You can growl, rub, lick Marsu's bedroom is never quiet Can I take a bite Can I nibble on your peace Can I have plenty of action Can I lick the big salty This is Mariskalaatio, the maximization of sensual wordplay Mariskalaatio, the amputation of wifely activities Amputation, amputation This is Mariskalaatio, the amputation of wifely activities Marsu always has everything at stake Marsu always has control in her hands Marsu loving men Marsu always has an ace up her sleeve Marsu always has everything at stake Marsu always has control in her hands Marsu loving men Marsu always has an ace up her sleeve Oh damn it, Pentti Push a bit more This is Mariskalaatio, the maximization of sensual wordplay Mariskalaatio, the amputation of wifely activities This is Mariskalaatio, the maximization of sensual wordplay Mariskalaatio, the amputation of wifely activities This is Mariskalaatio, the maximization of sensual wordplay Mariskalaatio, the amputation of wifely activities Amputation, amputation This is Mariskalaatio, the amputation of wifely activities