Lets put the motel on a credit card
‘cause I fear it's now or never
I know right now things seem hard
But this'll make it better
Excuse the locker-room talk
And double entandres when I'm nervous
My jokes miss their mark
And this is just my way
Of masking the fact there's little to me, past a wantonness to f** you. Making the fact that there's little to me. Masking the fact that there's little to me, past a wantonness to f** you. Of masking the fact there's so little to me
I'll line my tongue with affection
To justify my touching
I'll lavish you with attention
So you won't think we're rushing
It's just another form of greed
‘cause money doesn't move me
Don't call it vice when it's need
It's another form of greed
It's not s**, it's the distance
Don't call it vice when it's need
To be the center of someone's universe for an instant
Of masking the fact there's little to me, past a wantonness to f** you. Making the fact that there's little to me. Masking the fact that there's little to me, past a wantonness to f** you. Of masking the fact I'm a simple selfish S.O.B