She made me beg, beg, beg
She made me beg, beg, beg
She made me beg
Like a widow on her knees
Praying on Sunday
To a god that she don't see
Oh, the funny thing about that is
Is I don't kneel for no-one
But she made me beg
And so I made an exception
Yes I want, I want, I want, I want it
I want, I want, I want, I want it
She made me beg, beg, beg
She made me beg, beg, beg
She made me beg
Like a junkie on the street
She's my pu-pu-pusher baby
I got a habit to feed
Oh, the funny thing about that is
Is I don't kneel for no-one
But she made me beg
So I made an exception
Yes I want, I want, I want, I want it
I want, I want, I want, I want it
I ain't gonna leave you child
Until I'm satisfied
I'll make you testify
Over and over again
I'll get down on my knees
I'll kiss your pretty please
I won't come up to breathe
Ever, ever again
She made me beg, beg, beg
She made me beg, beg, beg
She made me beg, beg, beg
She made me beg, beg, beg