Frank Zappa
"Magic Fingers"

Ooh, the way you love me baby
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 mama
And try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter mama
And 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 mama
And try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter mama
And try me on for size

Do you really wanna please me?

Y'know I do ... baby

Well, tell me why you do it...
I really wanna know

Oh no no, I wouldn't be right
For me to tell ya tonight...

You better tell me right away
Or I'll dress up and go

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 drag 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
N-size, bulk-purchase, kapok-infested, do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and, and make you take off all your little clothes ... until you are nearly stark raving nude. Save for
Chrome-with-heavy-duty-leather-thong peace medallion) 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...