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