David Lee Roth - Your Filthy Little Mouth lyrics

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