Ooh, the way you love me, lady
I get so hard now, I could die
Ooh, the way you love me, sugar
I get so hard now, I could die
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, momma
Try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, momma
Try me on for size
Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes
Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, momma
Try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, momma
Try me on for size
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Do you really wanna please me?
You know I do, babe
Well, tell me why you do it?
I really wanna know
Oh, no, no, it wouldn't be right
For me to tell you tonight
You better tell me right away
It ain't no big thing
Don't get mad it ain't no big thing
You better tell me right away
Don't you treat me cold
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Well, there are a lot of reasons why I'd
Bring a girl such as yourself back to this
Plastic hotel room and
Rip you off for spare change to run a
To run a vibrating machine attached to this queen-size
Bulk purchase, kapok-infested, do not remove tag
Under penalty of law type bed and
Make you take off all your little clothes
Until you were nearly stark raving nude
Save for your Chrome, with a heavy-duty
Leather thong Peace Medallion, heh
And make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving
A plastic chair and an old guitar strap while I
Did a wee-wee in your hair and
Beat you with a pair of tennis shoes I got from Jeff Beck