Don't Go Home With Your Hard-On

I was born in a beauty salon

My father was a dresser of hair

My mother was a girl you could call on

When you called she was always there



When you called she was always there

When you called she was always there

When you called she was always there

When you called she was always there



Ah but don't go home with your hard-on

It will only drive you insane

You can't shake it or break it with your Motown

You can't melt it down in the rain



You can't melt it down in the rain

You can't melt it down in the rain

You can't melt it down in the rain



I've looked behind all of the faces

That smile you down to you knees

And the lips that say, "Come on, taste us"

And when you try to they make you say, "Please"



When you try to they make you say, "Please"

When you try to they make you say, "Please"

When you try to they make you say, "Please"

When you try to they make you say, "Please"



Ah but don't go home with your hard-on...



Here come's your bride with her veil on

Approach her, you wretch, if you dare

Approach her, you ape with your tail on

Once you have her she'll always be there



Once you have her she'll always be there

Once you have her she'll always be there

Once you have her she'll always be there

Once you have her she'll always be there



Ah but don't go home with your hard-on...



So I work in that same beauty salon

I'm chained to the old masquerade

The lipstick, the shadow, the silicone

I follow my father's trade



I follow my father's trade

Yes I follow my father's trade

Yes I follow my father's trade

Yes I follow my father's trade



Ah but don't go home with your hard-on...



You can't melt it down in the rain

You can't melt it down in the rain

You can't melt it down in the rain

You can't melt it down in the rain