Why Don't You Do It To Me

Stare into space

That ain't the place

You've got the eyes to see me

Reach for the sky

I'm not that high

You've got the hands to feel me



Now it's the time

To lay down the line

Sniffin' around for money

You're in the wrong race

A waste of space

Things that you do

Still turn me on



Why don't you do it (do it to me)

Why don't you do it (do it to me)

Why don't you do it to me



You take all you leave

Don't have to believe

You've poisen the air I'm breathin'

You send me up

And bring me down

You treatin' me like a plaything



I've had enough

So I'm calling your bluff

What are your ac, your dc

If that's what you are

There's a stool at the bar

I'll drink up my wine

And come with you



Why don't you do it (do it to me)

Why don't you do it (do it to me)

Why don't you do it to me



Why don't you do it (do it to me)

Why don't you do it (do it to me)

Why don't you do it to me



Why don't you do it (do it to me)...