| Lyrics: | 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
And try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook,
Get
another quarter out,
Drop it in the meter, mama
And 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
And try me on for size
Open up your
pocketbook,
Get another quarter out,
Drop it in the meter, mama
And try me on for
size
Mark:
Oh, do you really wanna please me?
Howard:
You know I do,
baby
Mark:
Well, tell me why you do it
I really wanna know
Howard:
Oh,
no, no, I wouldn't be right
For me to tell you tonight
Mark:
You better tell me
right away
Or I pack up and go!
Howard:
Don't get mad
It ain't no big
thing
Mark:
You better tell me right away,
Don't you treat me
cold
Howard:
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-size,
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 are nearly STARK RAVING NUDE! (Save for your
chrome-with-heavy-duty-leather-thong Peace Medallion, heh . . . ) And make you assume a |
