Done With Mirrors

Rock-a-bye baby
If you wanna dance
Grab yourself a body
And take a chance
Said one time around
Is all you get
I'm still dancin'
So you lost your bet

I got a hardcore mama
With a hot hoochie coo
Make my wheels start spinnin'
Like a formula two
Got one for the money
Two for the show
Three for my honey
And four to let you know that I

Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
'Cause I can't wait
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking

Cheese cake
Maybe if I take another bite
I'm a real fat city
I'm an aero delight
Threw out my pipe
And my alkaline
Got a squeaky clean body
And a dirty mind

I'm a real fine dancer
I'll be cuttin' the rug
Got a brand new baby
She's my brand new drug
I got one for the money
Two for the show
Three for my honey
And four to let you know that I

Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
'Cause I can't wait
Let the music do the talking
I gotta get it
Let the music do the talking

Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking

Wake up baby, what you in for
Start the day upon your knees
What you pissin' in the wind for
You musta snorted too much bleeze

East house pinball wizard
Full tilt bozo played
Second floor trekkie
Makin' warp speed out the door
Julio Anpacolucci
He the only one who stayed

Countin' up the days
Please no more
My fist your face
That's for sure

Hey Betty Boop you got me droolin'
I'm buzzin' 'round your hive tonight
You played the hooky 'stead of schoolin'
Son of a bitch put out the light

Thirteen year old hookers
Drag yourself right through the thorns
You wonder why the man's outside your door
Junior achievers
Got the old bull by the horns

Back in the saddle
Get ya sore
My fist your face
That's for sure

East house pinball wizard
Full tilt bozo played
Second floor trekkies
Makin' warp speed out the door
Julio Anpacolucci
He the only one that stayed

I'm countin' up the days
Please no more
My fist your face
That's for sure
My fist your face
That's for sure
My fist your face
That's for sure
My fist your face
That's for sure

Somebody tryin' to take my soul
Nobody gotta hear my rock n' roll

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe

Lolita, steady as it goes
Toot sweet, powder in her nose

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe

Hey Smith, old hank pank
Pulling down your knickers
Ah, who you gonna spank?

Shame, shame, on you baby
Shame, shame, shame on you babe

Joe Perry, ooh Mr. Style
Some kind of killer bee
Buzz a while

Phoned home last night
P.M.S.
Bitch bitch bitchin'
Gotta do this gotta do that

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame, shame shame on you baby

Bogus honey, square dance close
Oh, grab your partner,
Bring it home 'n dosey, dosey

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you baby

Sin biase, bein' shipped on
Why's uncle Stanley
Tryin to keep it hid

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you baby

Seven or eleven
Got to roll the dice
Am I in heaven
Or am I in Miami Vice?

Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame, shame, shame on you baby

You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
The way you love I adore
You always come never know where you been
But a, now I'm here baby
To even the score

You're up, you're down
You're always running in place
Triathlon if you please
You're always beggin' me for a taste
But ain't up to snuff if you sneeze

Lord you give me the bends
Your head's in jail, I'll call out the law
That the reason a dog has so many friends
He wags his tail instead of his tongue

Your older sister
She's a lot like you
She likes to grab my microphone
Now there ain't too much she won't do
Especially when we're all alone

You're up, you're down
You're always runnin' in place
Triathlon if you please
Her mind's on rewind and erase
But you might get shot, babe
When you're shootin' the breeze

Lord you give me the bends
Your heads in jail, I'll call out the law
That the reason a dog has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue
That the reason a dog has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue

Your older sister
She's a lot like you
And there ain't too much
That she won't do

There's always something
That you got to say
I lose my mind and then I
surely fade away, yeah

Lord you give me the bends
You're heads in jail
Now look what you done
That the reason a dog has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue

That the reason a dog has so many friends
He wags his tail instead of his tongue
That the reason a dog has so many friends
'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue

Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane
Shela, Shela, she like a ball and chain
Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane

Got myself a lady
I get down on my knees, yeah
Hotter than Hades
Heaven if you please, yeah

Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane
Shela, Shela, she like a ball and chain
Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane

Some girls put it to you
Make you scream in pain, yeah
Some will say they knew you
And then forget your name, yeah

Shela, real tight
Shela, that's right
Shela

She said she could do it
Love she could fulfill, yeah
There ain't noting to it
Backbone gets a chill, yeah

Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet
Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet
Screamer, dreamer, disarray
Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away?

No good, papa's no good
Sister's no good and that's a drag
Sometimes you're feelin'
Like your head's on the ceiling
When you scream hey mama, rag

When your daddy come home
With an old soup bone
'Cause he drank all the money away
And your mama's in the kitchen
On the phone she be bitchin'
And your girlfriend who called to say

Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet
Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet
Screamer, dreamer, disarray
Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away?

High school lover, with ya cops undercover
Gettin high jack, Lebanese
Hey mama, choosed it, y'all been through it
Or be fallin' off you right to your knees
Pair o' shades, shotgun, rock on
Chewing gum, take it to the dance tonight
Your a love hate child with wild child smile
And you don't care wrong from right

Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet
Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet
Screamer, dreamer, disarray
Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away?

Nobody but her body baby
Knockin' my socks off
Rock, rock, rockin', I'll be gotten
I'll be gettin' my rocks off
Nobody but nobody shootin'
Never gets a shot off

Ooh, she's on fire
Ooh, she's on fire

Hot to trot, she's a bit insane
Little bit a pleasure
With a little bit a pain
I got to be smokin'
So I know without a doubt
Where there's smoke there's fire
So I gotta boot it out

Ooh, she's on fire
Ooh, she's on fire

Homely child with a hang down lip
Starved for love and companionship
Little by little, catchin' up to me
She's more of a woman
Then I thought she'd be to me

Hungry girl, she's a city slick
She's sayin' the word,
On an incense stick

She's on fire
She hung my head in a guillotine
She's my flame, she's a wettin' my dream
She's on fire

Ooh, she's on fire
Ooh, she's on fire
Ooh, she's on fire
Ooh, she's on fire

Thinkin' 'bout the night life
In the ladies' powder room
Brother's like a howlin' wolf
By the light of the silvery moon
Joey's like a Pavlovs dog
When he starts to salivate
A hardened man himself
Is hard to shake his rattlesnake

Me, I got a brand new babe
You know that something just ain't right
I say yeah, yeah
Can't stop rockin' tonight

Hangin' at the shopping mall
With a watchman full of sash
Leave your smile outside the door
'Cause the kids be kickin' ass
My old boot heels be smokin'
You really got to understand
We're burning down the town tonight
A when the new shit hits the fan

And me, I got a brand new baby
You know something just ain't right
I say yeah, yeah
Can't stop rockin' tonight
Yeah, yeah
Can't stop rockin' tonight

Layin' on her back tonight
To watch the moon eclipse
Baby eatin' out tonight
But I just ain't leavin' tips

So y'all best watch out what you do
And who you do it with
'Cause you'll be kickin' ass tonight
With the boys in Aerosmith