(now baby tell what you wanna do with me) Let me take you to a place nice and quiet There ain't no one there to interrupt Ain't gotta rush I just want to take it nice and slow See I've been waiting for this for so long We'll be makin' love until the sun

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

You wouldn't know love So now you're back So you had your fun And now you're coming around again Sure baby, I should let you in So you can let me down again Well it doesn't really matter What you say or do You can tell me that you love me

We'll get through it Don't, don't you wish we tried Do you feel what I feel inside And all the loss stronger than pride Oh, no don't Don't let your anger grow Just tell me what you need me to know

Forty-eight hours needs forty-eight Friday or Saturday, what does that mean? Short space of time needs a heavy scene Monday is coming like a jail on wheels Forty-eight thrills So tell me an' I'll take the tube You know a girl, yeah well she's bound to be

Hello America, hello America Yeah, I'm gonna try Hollywood and San Pedro Bay I'm gonna give my love to you Well I'm takin' me a trip I'm going down to California I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do I'm gonna take you where the lights are bright I'm gonna give

You upsets me baby, yes, you upsets me baby Well, I tried to describe her, it's hard to start Woman, what you do to me Yes, she's 36 in the bust, 28 in the waist 44 in the hip, she got a real crazy leg Yes, I'm telling you people she's something fine

Tell 'em to take out their tongues It's not you it's them that are wrong And doing what they're told You push my faith near being lost But we'll stick to the guns Don't care if it's marketing suicide We won't crack or compromise Your derisory divides

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.

We'll get through it Don't, don't you wish we tried Do you feel what I feel inside And all the loss stronger than pride Oh, no don't Don't let your anger grow Just tell me what you need me to know