This is what you get, when you get what you're lookin' for

I was still strung out when I stumbled through the bedroom door

I'm up, I'm down, I'm swingin' at the sight of you

I'm sippin' on the Chardonnay and shakin' off the residue

A wine filled glass, a girl talkin' trash

(I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know)

Draggin' my ass thru the smoke & the ash

(I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know)

I'm dying for a lesson, I'm buried in obsession,

I'm ready for confession, you're makin' an Impression

You moan like a lover, you hardly even have to try

A counterfeit twenty and the ink isn't even dry

I'm smart, I'm dumb, a sucker might a just been born

But you so mystify me in-a ev'ry color, shape and form

A wine filled glass, a girl talkin' trash

(I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know)

Draggin' my ass thru the smoke & the ash

(I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know)

A tropical depression, a tentative connection

Societal repression, a vocal with compression,

a natural progression, a sexual expression,

I'm ready for confession, you're makin' an Impression

You're makin' an Impression