I know everything in America

Must end with a kiss

But all of your addictions

Won't make me a prince

Guys gotta see it girls

Love just to hear

Oh, lend me your ear

Here's one

She needed classical music

Or she couldn't make love at all

And I was up there frequently

And bringin' down the walls

Drop dead bombshell

Clean cut classy gal

She was a good pal

And if you turned up the volume

You could hear the demons call

She'd say, "Fuck me like Chopin

Or don't fuck me at all"

Tell me what you want

And I'll take the scenic route

Tell me what you want

With your filthy little mouth

I'm not a little Henry Miller

With your Huckleberry Finn

Come and assume the position, honey

Let's begin

You can do your penance

Right along with that special sin

Yes, you can

Let it go, let it go, oh yeah

Tell me what you want

And I'll take the scenic route

Tell me what you want

With your filthy little mouth

Well, it's gotta be good

We both want it so bad

Make you wanna sell your soul

Maybe you already have

Call me sweet Lord

God, high master Jesus

Tell me that you want it

Right where you're breathin'

Let it go, oh, let it go

I wanna know, wanna know

Okay, you son of a bitch

I'll tell you what I want

Tell me what you want

And I'll take the scenic route

Tell me what you want

With your filthy little mouth