I Ain't Got A Job Cause I

I Just Want Your Body, Sheeba, I Don't Want Your Brains.

He Lies Right At You, You Know You Hate This Game. He Slaps You Once In A While And You Live And Love In Pain.

Pull My Trigger, I Get Bigger, Then I'm Lots Of Fun. I'm Your Gun, I'm Your Gun, Gun, Gun.

Make That Money Run Like Honey On Your Tongue.

If You Get Earaches, I'd Turn My Volume Down A Notch Or Two For You. Cause I Will Do Anything For You.