Spit

Got no manners
And I'm not too clean
But I know what I like
If you know what I mean
What'll people say?
Well, Mister can't you see
It don't mean spit to me

Ow! Hot damn and Lord above
Wanna lotta woman
With a lotta love
Well, thin is in
But it's plain to see
It don't mean spit to me

Hey baby
Hey baby

I need
Big hips, sweet lips
Make a man outta me
The bigger the cushion
The better the pushin'
(Most definitely)

(I need a whole lotta woman)
Ooh, to keep me satisfied
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Ba-ba-baby, for ride after ride after ride
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yeah, 'cause what you are is what you eat
And I need somethin' sweet
(I need somethin' sweet)

Just lock the windows
Close a doors
Then she gets down on all fours
Let the neighbors talk
But can't you see?
It don't mean spit to me

No
Ow! Oh yeah!
Buh di di do
Di di di do
Buh di di do
Ow!

(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yes I do, to keep me satisfied
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yea yea yea yea yea, for ride after ride after ride
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Ooh, I'm tellin' you, 'cause what you are is what you eat
Yes, I need somethin' sweet
(I want somethin')

(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yeah, 'cause meatless girls don't satisfy me
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Mama, Mama, for ride after ride after ride
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yeah, that's right, what you are is who you eat
(I need a whole lotta woman)
And I need something

(I need a whole lotta woman)
Ooh, I need a whole lotta woman
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Take it, Bruce
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yeah yeah, oh oh oh
(I need a whole lotta woman)



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Stanley, Gene Simmons, Scott Van Zen
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