Frank Zappa — Magic Fingers Chicago 78

Ooh, the way you love me, baby I get so hard now I could die Ooh, the way you love me, sugar I get so hard now I could die Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama Try me on for size Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby Red balloons just pop behind my eyes Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl Red balloons just pop behind my eyes Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama Try me on for size Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh You've got that kind of love that lingers Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh This here bed's got magic fingers Been a-rollin' on the bed since the show got out Now I'm gettin' weak in the knees Must have did it eighty, ninety times It might have been a hundred But you're the kind of girl that I really wanna please You're the kind of girl that I really wanna please (Oh, girl!) Do you really wanna please me? (You know I do) Tell me why you do it I really wanna know (Well, it wouldn't be right For me to tell you tonight) You better tell me right away Or I dress up and go! (Don't get mad It ain't no big thing) You better tell me right away Don't you treat me cold (HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT!) I'm holding it (It's good for you) I'm holding it (It's good for you) I'm holding it (It's good for you) I'm holding it (Alright, let go of it now!)