She doesn’t make love
She’s likes to
Looks just like an angel
With the devil on her tongue
Sweet heaven to touch
And hell when she’s not in my bed
I'm gonna let you go
I'm gonna let you know
You’re gonna by my own
I’ll be by the phone
Don’t wanna be a martyr
But I could take it harder
You walk a thousand miles
And I'm gon walk a little farther
Cause you’re just somebody’s daughter
How you gonna splain this to your father
Is that the same mouth that you kiss your mother
Somebody taught her
But who?
Wish I didn’t love her
Wish I could change my mind
But there’s no use in trying to change
What’s already divine
And though I’ll never have her to myself
She’s why I cry
I'm gonna let you go
I'm gonna let you know
You’re gonna by your own
I’ll be by the phone
Don’t wanna be a martyr
But I could take it harder
You walk a thousand miles
And I'm gon would walk a little farther
Cause you’re just somebody’s daughter
How you gonna splain this to your father
Is that the same mouth that you kiss your mother
Somebody taught her
But who, ooh, ooh
Ah na na na
Ah na na na na (alright)
Ah na na na
Ah na na na na
