Shake, shake it all night long You listen while I'm talkin' to you, now Tell you what I'm gonna do now There's a new thing going around now And I'll tell what to put down Move your body all around, and just shake Ha, that's the way you do it Oh, g'on,

Okay, but, uh, are you sure I'm an example I just want to be alone with you Is that fine? Sexual healing Oh what a feeling Young and impatient for sweet sensations, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey (you know baby, yeah you know) I'm still up to something criminal

I don't want to feel the things that you do Wake me up inside So wake me when it's through Don't worry I'll be fine, I just don't want this dream Wake me up inside, tell me there's a reason, to take another step To get up off my knees and follow this

Miss madonna won't you give me a kiss One of your soft sweet lagrimas Miss madonna... That you've been smoking cigars Oh miss madonna won't you please give me a kiss Give me one of those soft sweet lagrimas 'Cause i felt your pain When your baby was

Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama starts breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin'

I'm living on such sweet nothing So I put my faith in something unknown But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold And it's hard to learn And it's hard to love When you're giving me such sweet nothing Sweet nothing, sweet nothing You're giving me such

And I only get my rocks off While I'm dreaming While I'm sleeping I only get my rocks off Only get them off Heading for the overload Splattered on the dirty road Kick me like you've kicked before I can't even feel the pain no more

Would you hold it against me? If I said my heart was beating loud If I said I want your body now If we could escape the crowd somehow 'Cause, you feel like paradise And I need a vacation tonight So, if I said I want your body now Hey, over there Please,

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy When your mouth about that shooting You find out that we been shooting all along You get caught without that Ruger We put hot shit through you then we gone Boy, don't let me catch you

Scour the house, flip the wig, Shake the tree, Your whereabouts are known Until your whereabouts are known to me Your whereabouts are known to me You with the jaundiced eyes, Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags, Eight chairs