I see you staring at me, just like I'm staring at you I wanna go for a ride, up on your a** and your b**bs I want my co*k up inside, on your Fallopian tubes Baby I don't need to know your name You see the look in my eyes, you know that I wanna feast I want you backin' up West, I'll stick my tongue to the East I cross the fingers and pray, that you're not covered in yeast Don't be stupid, girl you know the game Do you wanna do me? Tie me up and screw me Beat me, black and blue me I know you wanna do it, so let's get down to it Oh, gonna get down to it, yeah Let's get to business baby, let's go back to my place I'll f** your skull and put the pictures up on MySpace Then you can Twitter to your friends 'bout how my balls taste God I love the information age And then when we're done f**in' I'll go on your Facebook And I'll find out you got chlamydia from Dane Cook Well that explains just why your p**y didn't taste good God I hate the information age Come on, baby! Do you wanna do me? Tie me up and screw me Beat me, black and blue me I know you wanna do it, so let's get down to it [guitar solo] Do you wanna do me? Tie me up and screw me Beat me, black and blue me I know you wanna do it, so let's get down to it Let's get down to it, yeah! I know you wanna do it, so let's get down to it