Letras
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, mama
Try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama
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, mama
Try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama
Try me on for size
Do you really wanna please me?
(Well, 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 or I'll dress up and go
(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
I'd drag 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-sized bulk-purchase
Kapok-infested do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed
And, and make you take off all your little clothes until you were nearly stark raving nude
Save for your chrome-with-heavy-duty-leather-thong Peace Medallion
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