i wish we were to meet tonight
and you'd show me how much a man is supposed to last
floating lighter than wind, i wonder how i could win a game i used to hate, a game i used to berate
how much tease can be just lies?

cause your scent is pure sex and lust is an old friend

and you make people suffer
but baby girl you're not cruel
still you make people suffer
when them fuckers crave you

i'd be happy to oblige you
i'd be happy to undress you
cause you're what's right in what's wrong

i want you to use me, then you can throw me away
just please let me be on you, then throw me away

your lips, your chin, your thighs
your hair, you staring with your dark eyes
your lips, your waist, your moans
your body is where naughtiness lies

deep within those dark eyes

and you make people suffer
not any more than i do
babe you make people suffer
not any more than i do

The Blond-O-Sonics