Frank Zappa - Magic Fingers (single edit) 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 momma Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma 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 momma Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter momma Try me on for size Mark: Do you really wanna please me? Howard: Well, you know I do, babe Mark: Well, tell me why you do it I really wanna know Howard: Oh, no, no, it wouldn't be right For me to tell you tonight Mark: You better tell me right away Or I'll 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 were nearly STARK RAVING NUDE! (Save for your chrome-with-heavy-duty-leather-thong Peace Medallion, heh . . . ) And make you a**ume a series of marginally erotic poses involving . . . a plastic chair and . . . an old guitar strap while I . . . did a wee-wee in your hair and . . . beat you with a pair of tennis shoes . . . I got from Jeff Beck