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With a tear in your skirt, and a little novocain smile;
Your sweet red little lips pull me apart for a while.
I can tell by your walk, that little jump in your step;
Youâre scratching an itch, I just ainât found yet.
I want you to know, I want you to show.
These cold city streets, they just donât know what to do.
And them stray cat blues, they ainât got nothinâ on you.
So daddyâs little angel grew some wings of her own.
A Mephistopheles crown, and she carved it out of bone.
I want you to know, I want you to show.
The hair on my neck, well it jumps just to stand;
at a slide of your thigh, or a little wave of your hand.
Iâll tell you my secrets, all those dirtiest of needs.
Youâve got me coming home late, youâve got me begging you please.
I want you to know, I want you to show.