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 cla**ical 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 cla**y gal
She was a good pal
And if you turned up the volume
You could hear her demons call
She'd say, "f** me like Chopin
Or don't f** 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 b**h. 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 mouth