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




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