Magic Fingers (Live)

Ooh, the way you love me, lady 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, momma Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, momma 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, momma Try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, momma Try me on for size Do you really wanna please me? You know I do, babe Well, tell me why you do it? I really wanna know Oh, no, no, it wouldn't be right For me to tell you tonight You better tell me right away It ain't no big thing 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 Well, there are a lot of reasons why I'd Bring a girl such as yourself back to this Plastic hotel room and Rip you off for spare change to run a To run a vibrating machine attached to this queen-size Bulk purchase, kapok-infested, do not remove tag Under penalty of law type bed and Make you take off all your little clothes Until you were nearly stark raving nude Save for your Chrome, with a heavy-duty Leather thong Peace Medallion, heh And make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving A plastic chair and an old guitar strap while I Did a wee-wee in your hair and Beat you with a pair of tennis shoes I got from Jeff Beck