I know too well that it had to be Stop this world, let me off There's just too many pigs in the same trough There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this girl has

Hot, hot, hotter than hell You know she's gonna leave you well done She'll burn you like the midday sun She looked good She looked hotter than hell All dressed in satins and lace I looked at her and it was just too clear I had to get on the case I said

But no flame burns forever, oh no You and I both know this all too well And most don't even last the night One last time Just one last time With the twilight No they don't, they say they don't Without holding back my mind Oh babe, meet me in Tompkins

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

I'm trying to let these demons out Baby, you know me too well Baby, I'm blacking out Once we get it going, we don't stop She moving like a fool it All that ass, let me show you what to do it I ain't slipping that's the rules with it Baby, is you fooling

Make it hot The world is filled, with pimps and hoes The world is mine, can't you see I'm just trying to be all I can be But we'll just talk about those I knows We'll just talk about those I knows Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big

(Freedom, la la la la) Don't be a casualty, cut the cord So cultivate and plant the seed I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell I know it all too well Switchblade on the edge of your wrist 'Cause agony brings no reward For one more hit and one last

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

I've never been too good at all those sexual games I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name I'm in love with you baby I don't even know your name So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way Well I was sitting at a roadhouse down on

But no flame burns forever, oh no You and I both know this all too well And most don't even last the night One last time Just one last time With the twilight No they don't, they say they don't Without holding back my mind Oh babe, meet me in Tompkins