Текст песни David Lee Roth - Your Filthy Little Mouth
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I know that everything in AmericaMust end with a kissBut all of your addictionsWon`t make me a princeGuys gotta see itGirls just love to hearThen lend me your earShe needed classical musicOr she couldn`t make love at allAnd I was up there frequentlyAnd bringin` down the wallsDrop dead bombshellClean-cut classy galShe was a good palAnd if you turned up the volumeYou could hear the demons call"Fuck me like ChopinOr don`t fuck me at allTell me what you wantAnd I`ll take the scenic routeTell me what you wantWith Your Filthy Little MouthHow bout a little Henry MillerWith your Huckleberry FinnAssume the position, honeyLet`s beginYou can do your penanceRight along with that special sinAnd it`s gotta be goodIf we both want it so badMake you wanna sell your soulOr maybe you already haveCall me sweet lordy, high-master JesusTell me that you want itRight where you`re breathin`Just let go