Your Filthy Little Mouth — текст песни (David Lee Roth)

I know that everything in America
Must end with a kiss
But all of your addictions
Won`t make me a prince

Guys gotta see it
Girls just love to hear
Then lend me your ear
She needed classical music
Or she couldn`t make love at all
And I was up there frequently
And bringin` down the walls

Drop dead bombshell
Clean-cut classy gal
She was a good pal
And if you turned up the volume
You could hear the demons call
"Fuck me like Chopin
Or don`t fuck me at all

Tell me what you want
And I`ll take the scenic route
Tell me what you want
With Your Filthy Little Mouth
How bout a little Henry Miller
With your Huckleberry Finn
Assume the position, honey
Let`s begin

You can do your penance
Right along with that special sin
And it`s gotta be good
If we both want it so bad
Make you wanna sell your soul
Or maybe you already have
Call me sweet lordy, high-master Jesus
Tell me that you want it
Right where you`re breathin`
Just let go