Lyrics:

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