Temptation doesn't tempt the tortured
My apple rotted in the old man's orchard
What the hell, that summer was a scorcher
I ain't that hard to please
No compromise that I can't fake
No indecision I can't make
I talk like a junkie but I pray like a saint
Down here on my knees
Show me what it is you got
Tell me what it is you want
Tell me what it is
Don't cramp my style
But I move a little closer
Don't look back
This thing ain't over
A roll in the hay
With a four-leafed clover
We all get lucky sometime
Fly out straight as a Tijuana arrow
Skip the bones and pa** the marrow
Jimmy don't need no pink sombrero
The weather here suits me fine
Show me what it is you got
Tell me what it is you want
Tell me what it is
I'm too slow for chess
You're too square for speed
We're both too far gone
To know what that means
You got a dirty little mouth
I got a sailor's smile
A bucket of swagger
But not a drop of style