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