Bulletboys

My kind of baby
She likes to sweat
And she likes it real hard
She likes it real wet

I dig the way you touch me
You get me up like a shot
I dig the way you d-d-d-d-do me
You give me everything you've got

Hard as a rock
Hard as a rock
You get me baby hard as a rock
Hard as a rock
Hard as a rock

Ooh baby hard as a rock, yeah

My baby's got rhythm
Never misses a beat
Give me the g-string shivers
She's always in heat

I dig the way you smack me
The way you lick your lips
I dig the way you d-d-d-d-do me
Do me with your fingertip-tip-tip-tips

Hard as a rock
Hard as a rock
You get me baby hard as a rock
Hard as a rock
Hard as a rock

Ooh baby hard as a rock, yeah

Hard as a rock
Hard as a rock
Ooh, you get me baby hard as a rock
Hard as a rock
Hard as a rock
You get me baby, baby

Hard as a rock
Hard as a rock
Ooh, you get me baby, baby put my lady
Hard as a rock
Hard as a rock

Whoa you get me
So hard
As a rock, yeah yeah

Mom
Whoa

I know you really want to move me
You know I like to see you try
I've said it before and I'll say it again
You're not not trapped if you don't let me in

Looks like you're the hard kind
I ain't got that kind of time

Oh I send shivers

Smooth up in ya
Smooth up in ya
(In ya)

You say I'm never gonna break ya
But we won't know until we try
So now's the time to make up your mind
I'll never ever be the one woman kind

Don't let your lovin' go to waste
All it takes is just one date

Oh I send shivers

Smooth up in ya
Smooth up in ya
(Smooth up in ya)

Smooth up in ya
(I wanna go, I wanna go)
Smooth up in ya
(Right now, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Oh oh oh
I wanna go
I wanna
I wanna go

Oh yeah yeah yeah, don't let your lovin' go to waste
Oh honey child, I'm gonna give you a taste

Whoa I send shivers

Smooth up in ya
Smooth up in ya
(Smooth up in ya)

Smooth up in ya
Smooth up in ya
(Said it before and I'll say it again)

Smooth up in ya
(Whoa)
Smooth up in ya
(Whoa I really wanna go)

Smooth up in ya
Smooth up in ya
(I really wanna go)

Smooth up in ya
Smooth up in ya
(Yeah, yeah)

Smooth up in ya
Smooth up in ya

Sexy momma
Ooh
What up!

Ow! Hahahaha!

His mommy used to say everytime you're alone
Close your eyes and make a wish on a star
Someone must've heard him cuz his daddy came home
And bought his little Joe a Gibson guitar

The king of the blues is gonna scare a leathery song
And everybody's talking about the debt they owe to Joe

About the debt they owe to Joe

Steaming up the lips and Joey had licks
Together they would blow you away
To drink at the bowl and right out of control
Put the bad act in the saddle today

Now everybody's shootin' for the same bad star
But they can't gain an inch, it's called the debt they owe to Joe

About the debt they owe to Joe

Lord g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-go!

Joe, Joe Joe

Everybody's shootin' for the same bad star
But they can't gain an inch, it's called the debt they owe
Debt they owe to Joe
Owe to Joe
Yeah hohoho!
About the debt they owe to Joe
Go go go, they got a debt they owe
Got a debt they owe to Joe
You gotta pay it
P-p-p-p-pay it, baby

Ooh lordy
That's right
You got it, y'all

Me and the men watchin' late night tv
Saw a scary man came on to me
And said hey man
And take my hand

Looky here

I said no, no, no mister please
You can't bring a bad boy to his knees
Got a subtle way to save it out of charm

Shoot the preacher down

Just when I thought that he was dead
Got right back on his feet and this is what he said
Black is bad, white is right
White by day is black by night

Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down

Ooh such is Heaven, such is Hell
Ain't no vacant lot to buy you some sin
Save our souls for judgement day
Cash your chips, you're on your way

Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down

Oh yes indeed a little negotion
Just touch the boobtube and y'all will be healed
Take my hand
And I'll lead you to the promised land

Oh! Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down
Shoot the preacher down

Ow!

Shoot! Shoot!
Yeah hahahaha!
Shoot the preacher down
Oh
Oh
Shoot the preacher down

Woo!

For the love of money
People would lie to their mother
For the love of money
People would steal from their own brother
For the love of money
People can't even walk the streets
They never know who in the world they're gonna meet
For that mean
Mean green

Oh mighty dollar yeah
Money, money, money, money

Some people got to have it, yeah
Some people really need it
Talkin' y'all do things, do things, do things, bad things with it
Money, money, money, money
Ooh, you gotta do things, do things, do things, do things good things with it
Money, money, money, money
For that mean
Mean green

Oh mighty dollar
Ow!

Oh baby girl
Cash, money
Anytime

Oh! Whoa yeah!
Whoa whoa yeah!

Don't you know my name?
The root of all evil
Do funny, funny things to ya
Give me a nickel
Brother, can you spare a dime?
If you think you're children know it
Out of your mind

LIsten up
I say

For the love of money
Don't let money fool ya
Don't you let, don't you let, don't you let the money fool ya

For the love of money
Ow!
Don't let money fool ya
Don't, don't, BulletBoys say

For the love of money
Don't let money fool ya
Ooh don't lie to your mother

For the love of money
Don't let money fool ya
All I got left to say, let freshen money no more

For the love of money
Ooh yeah yeah
Don't let money fool ya

For the love of money
Don't let money fool ya