Magic Fingers [Halloween 73- October 21st]

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
Try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama
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
Try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama
Try me on for size

Do you really wanna please me?
(You know I do)
Well, tell me why you do it
Well, I really wanna know
(Well, it wouldn't be right
For me to tell you 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 treat me cold
(HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT!)

Well, funny you should mention it, but there are a lot of reasons why I would drag a girl such as yourself back to this plastic hotel room and rip you off for spare change to run a vibrating machine attached to this bulk-purchase, queen-size, kapok-infested, do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and make you take off all of your little clothes until you were virtually stark raving nude, 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 and it goes something like this . .

Soundly about the tits and buttocks
Also in the cookie
With a cold wet face towel
Twirled and compact
To make it go snappy
When I pop it up you
All the time recording your whimpers and grunts
On my Sony cassette machine
So all the guys in the band
Can get off on the bus tomorrow

Soundly about the tits and buttocks
Also in the cookie
With a cold wet face towel
Twirled and compact
To go snappy
When I pop it up you
All the time recording your whimpers and grunts
On my Sony cassette machine
So all the other guys in the band
Can get off in the bus tomorrow