I know that everything in America
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Must end with a kiss
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But all of your addictions
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Won't make me a prince
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Guys gotta see it
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Girls just love to hear
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Then lend me your ear
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She needed classical music
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Or she couldn't make love at all
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And I was up there frequently
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And bringin' down the walls
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Drop dead bombshell
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Clean-cut classy gal
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She was a good pal
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And if you turned up the volume
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You could hear the demons call
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"Fuck me like Chopin
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Or don't fuck me at all
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Tell me what you want
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And I'll take the scenic route
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Tell me what you want
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With Your Filthy Little Mouth
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How bout a little Henry Miller
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With your Huckleberry Finn
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Assume the position, honey
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Let's begin
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You can do your penance
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Right along with that special sin
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And it's gotta be good
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If we both want it so bad
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Make you wanna sell your soul
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Or maybe you already have
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Call me sweet lordy, high-master Jesus
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Tell me that you want it
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Right where you're breathin'
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Just let go
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Your Filthy Little Mouth
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| David Lee Roth |
