Magic Fingers - Live In Chicago, 1978

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 pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama
And try me on for size

Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama
And 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 pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama
And try me on for size

Open up your pocketbook
Get another quarter out
Drop it in the meter, mama
And try me on for size

Do you really wanna please me?

Y'know I do

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

Well, it wouldn't be right
For me to tell ya tonight...

You better 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!



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Writer(s): Frank Zappa
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