Young girl, out of her head
She ran away with herself instead
She surrendered to me
And to rock 'n' roll
She was young and she loved me
She couldn't live without me
She gave me all she could
She lost control
You read it in a magazine
There's really, really nothin' obscene
I know I've got a reputation
You're my complete infatuation
A rep-reputation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
You've got to do, whatever I do
You've got to say, whatever I say
You can't help it, you can't get away
Give me some of yours
I'll give you some of mine
The truth is baby
I've got to have you all the time
Whoa oh
I read it in a magazine
But, there's really, really nothin' obscene
But, I know I've got a reputation
You're my complete infatuation
A rep-reputation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
I know I've got a reputation
You're my complete infatuation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
A rep-reputation
You never tried
I don't know why
Don't know what to say
But, I can't lie
I want you to be my lover, not my friend
And yes, I know I've got a reputation
You're my complete infatuation
A rep-reputation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
I know I've got a reputation
And baby, you're my complete infatuation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
Rep-reputation
Infatuation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation
A rep-reputation
Infatuation