Good girls go to heaven
bad girls go to hell
The rest of them get rich
And do just what they feel

Well rich boys live in houses
And poor boys live in sin
The rest of them get married
And are never seen again

Well let me tell a story explain the shape I'm in
The girl I had last night had never tasted sin
So I took her to my hotel where I tried to get my way
She said "Wait a minute, Bret, there's something I must say..."

She said If you want to talk that's fine with me
But if you want more you'd better let me be

Chorus:
Cause you can look but you can't touch
Cause the best things in life ain't cheap
You can look but you can't touch
Cause baby I ain't for keeps

Well maybe I'm a bad boy
OK, so I've been around the block
But I am good at one thing
And believe me it ain't talk

She says you must be kidding
I've heard this all before
Other girls might buy it
But I don't, that's for sure

Now wait a minute baby
I don't want you to go
She said "Don't get no closer
The answer still is no"

So I wined her, dined her, fancy talked
Acted cool and smooth
Got my hands around her shoulder
Two inches from the move

Well I guess I'm about as close as I could be
So I finally made my move, she just said to me

Chorus

Let me show you something
Mmm, let me set the pace
Slid my hand up her leg
As she slapped me across my face

Can't blame a man for tryin'
Wantin' action ain't a crime
I didn't plan on spending money
Just to get a piece of mind

Solo

Writer : B. DALL, C.C. DEVILLE, B. MICHAELS, R. ROCKETT
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS OBO SWEET CYANIDE MUSIC