To The Kill

Ain't had no fun All the time jacking around Ain't had no fun Messing my mind, I kick it around But if it's alright with you And if it's alright, yes, I will Aw, come on, babe Go ahead to the kill I ain't no Kid Chicago, I ain't no Al Capone There's a windy city in my bedroom alone I said I don't live in Chicago, I don't know no Al Capone That bitch took my money and she went to Chicago If I ain't already enough sick and alone But if it's alright with you And if it's alright, yes, I will Aw, come on, babe Go ahead to the kill Ain't had no fun Jack, jack, jack, jack, jacking around Ain't had no fun Where's it at? It's down, it's down, it's downtown But if it's alright with you And if it's alright, yes, I will Now that's alright with you And if it's alright, yes, I will And if it's alright with you (and if it's alright) And if it's alright, yes, I will (and if it's alright) And if it's alright with you (if it's, if it's, if it's all alright) And if it's alright, yes, I will (I mean, if it's alright) Give me your head Aw, c'mon, babe Go ahead to the kill