I know that everything in America Must end with a kiss But all of your addictions Won't make me a prince
Guys gotta see it Girls love just to hear Oh, lend me your ear Here's one
She needed classical music Or she couldn't make love at all And I was up there frequently And bringin' down the walls
Drop dead bombshell Clean-cut classy gal She was a good pal
And if you turned up the volume You could hear her demons call She'd say, "Fuck me like Chopin Or don't fuck me at all."
Tell me what you want And I'll take the scenic route Tell me what you want With your filthy little mouth
How 'bout a little Henry Miller With your Huckleberry Finn Assume the position, honey Let's begin
You can do your penance Right along with that special sin Yes you can Let it go, let it go Oh yeah
Tell me what you want And I'll take the scenic route Tell me what you want With your filthy little mouth
Well, it's gotta be good If we both want it so bad Make you wanna sell your soul Or maybe you already have
Call me sweet lordy High-master Jesus Tell me that you want it Right where you're breathin' Just let go
Okay, you son of a bitch. I'll tell you what I want.
Tell me what you want And I'll take the scenic route Tell me what you want With your filthy little mouthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.