You really like my limousine You like the way the wheels roll You like my seven inch leather heels And goin' to all of the shows But...
Do you love me? (x2) Really love me? Do you love me? You like the credit cards and private planes Money can really take you far You like the hotels and fancy clothes And the sound of electric guitars But...
Do you love me? (x2) Really love me? Do you love me?
You really like rock 'n' roll All of the fame and the masquerade You like the concerts and studios And all the mudhoney that I make But...
Do you love me? (x2) Really love me? Do you love me?
Your backstage pass and black sunglasses Make you look just like a queen Even the fans they know your face From all of the magazines
Yeah... (x4) But... {Do you love me? (x2) Really love me? Do you love me?} (x3) (During this:) Yes, I want to know Yes, I want to know Because I'm just really tryin' to tell ya That... what I'm trying to say Is what I'm trying to tell ya And what I'm trying to tell is that I don't know Cause I don't know what I'm trying to say And what I'm trying to say is that I don't know And I'm tryin' to tell ya But I don't know what I'm tryin' to tell ya Cause I don't say I don't try to know Cause I'm tryin' to tell ya What I'm trying to say And I'm trying to tell ya I don't know what I'm tryin' to say I what I'm saying is that nobody's saying Aaaaaaaa! (unintelligible screaming) fuckin' turn it off Turn it off