I'm gonna love you Gonna love you Until you hate me What's really crazy You should've known better Then to mess with me, heartache Like a black widow, baby You used to be thirsty for me But now you wanna be set free

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do That's guaranteed Tailored suits, chauffeured cars Fine hotels and big cigars Up for grabs, up for a price

It's alright, it's alright You are my one and only You gave that joy to me When my whole life was lonely Do it again Don't let this love end You came in That's what my little heart was looking for Laughter in the rain

Do not be afraid Puts the fear of God in me We saw birth and death Can't we be still What makes you kind From where comes your sparkling mind Was it under the earth? Tied up in a knot Which I forgot you were ever there

My baby, she's into everything I wanna do. So, what you wanna do? (You and me, sitting in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G) She'll do every naughty thing I want My baby, she's up for anything I wanna do. She's a giver and it gets her off. If it was on TV, or ever

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, They gave him ten for two Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free In the stir for breathing air What else can the judges do? It ain't fair, John Sinclair Won't you care for John Sinclair? Let him be, set him free Let him be like you

Forget our memories Forget our possibilities (Just give me myself back and) What you were changing me into Take all your faithlessness with you Sometimes I'm in disbelief, I didn't know I don't need one more day, of you wasting me away Sometimes I need