To The Kill

Ain't had no fun
All the time jacking around
Ain't had no fun
Messing my mind, I kick it around

But if it's alright with you
And if it's alright, yes, I will
Aw, come on, babe
Go ahead to the kill

I ain't no Kid Chicago, I ain't no Al Capone
There's a windy city in my bedroom alone
I said I don't live in Chicago, I don't know no Al Capone
That bitch took my money and she went to Chicago
If I ain't already enough sick and alone

But if it's alright with you
And if it's alright, yes, I will
Aw, come on, babe
Go ahead to the kill

Ain't had no fun
Jack, jack, jack, jack, jacking around
Ain't had no fun
Where's it at? It's down, it's down, it's downtown

But if it's alright with you
And if it's alright, yes, I will
Now that's alright with you
And if it's alright, yes, I will

And if it's alright with you (and if it's alright)
And if it's alright, yes, I will (and if it's alright)
And if it's alright with you (if it's, if it's, if it's all alright)
And if it's alright, yes, I will (I mean, if it's alright)

Give me your head
Aw, c'mon, babe
Go ahead to the kill