Happy

First you take of your hat
Then you take of those brand new shoes
Say 'Hey George, what’ve you got to lose?'
With my hand on yur thigh
I just look you in the eye and say
'Not a whole lot baby
But a whole lot more than you'
I can make you happy (yeah, yeah)
Don’t you know that?
She said
I can make you happy
Boys and girls
The ones who kiss and tell
Why should we have to believe them?
No, I don’t understand
How any woman, how any man
Can say 'Lay me down, lay me down'
For that big stash-cheap cash-think about the money
I can make you happy (yeah, yeah)
Don’t you know that?
She said
I can make you happy
I’ve seen you in the corner
With your rub-it-on tan
Hitching a ride
Could be a woman or a man
Gonna get what you want before too long
Gonna take your oppurtunities
Right or wrong
Some poor cow with a seven-year itch?
You don’t dig men
But you’ll fuch 'em if they’re rich
You can’t be--with me You’re a low life, daughterofasonofabitch