Sticky Honey

Money, money, money, money Sticky, sticky, sticky honey Man lands on Mars Man rips off his broken parts And you're gone, and you're gone Now you wanna get it on And you won't, and you won't Why you wanna do me wrong? Woman, woman, woman, woman You gotta let go your swollen tongue Pleading, pleading, pleading with a man Gave him birth to Aphrodite's son And you're gone, and you're gone Now you wanna get it on And you won't, and you won't Why you wanna do me wrong? And you're gone, and you're gone Why you wanna get it on? And you won't, no, you won't Why you wanna do me wrong? You got the best damn blues that I've ever seen And I'm swimming like a shooting star across the galaxy You got the best damn blues And you're gone, and you're gone Now you wanna get it on And you won't, no, you won't Why you wanna do me wrong? And you're gone, and you're gone Oh, you wanna get it on Get, get, get it on, get, get, get it on