[Lyric] Scene 81: Magic Fingers Dialog Protection Reel (Frank Zappa & The Mothers)

Ooh, the way you love me, lady
I get so hard now, I could die
Ooh, the way you love me, sugar
I get so hard now, I could die

Open up your pocket book, get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
Open up your pocket book, get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size

Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes
Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl
Red balloons just pop behind my eyes

Open up your pocket book, get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
Open up your pocket book, get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size

Do you really wanna please me?
Well, you know I do, baby

Well, tell me why you do it, oh, I really wanna know

No, no, no, it wouldn't be right for me to tell you tonight

You gotta tell me right away or I’ll dress up and go

Don't get mad, it ain't no big thing

You better tell me right away, don’t you treat me cold

Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it

Well
There are a lot of reasons why I'd
I'd drag a girl such as yourself back to this
Plastic hotel room and rip you off for spare change to run a
To run a vibrating machine attached to this
Queen-sized, bulk-purchased, kapok-infested
Do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law-type bed and
And make you take off all your little clothes
Until you were nearly stark raving nude
Save for your chrome with heavy duty leather thong peace medallion and
Make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving
A plastic chair and an old guitar strap while I
Did a wee-wee in your hair and
Beat you with a pair of tennis shoes I got from Jeff Beck