I don't mean to be cruel But you've done nothing wrong, baby But you're breaking all my rules It's hard to keep my cool If you actually try to talk to me You ask how I've been And you sit far away from me I didn't come here for a show Baby, turn the lights down low Tell me what it is you want to do You want to do to me I'm the get-go type Keep my shoes on all night But your hands are somehow softer than mine Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah I know it's not new Tell me what's no good for me But you caught me by surprise There's something in your eyes There's something soft, something almost sweet And you're supposed to be rough You're supposed to be bad for me I'm supposed to be tough I love to be tough You're supposed to lead me on Then hit me hard and stop responding An excuse for me to wallow in my own vanilla Exhaustive self-loathing I'm the get-go type Keep my shoes on all night But your hands are somehow softer than mine Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah I'm the get-go type Keep my shoes on all night But your hands are somehow softer than mine I'm the get-go type Keep my shoes on all night But your hands are somehow softer than mine Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah I know there's no right way to do things And I decide to hide my feelings I know it's white, my lipstick's dry I'm cracking jokes, why aren't you laughing?
