Ooh, give it to me. . I'm gettin' fired up. Hot thunder's flowin' through my blood. My temperature's risin', baby. I want the warmth of your touch. . So get a grip.
Now this song is dedicated. To a special kind of person. The kind of person that's hiding. Under rocks and in closets. Wherever you go. . Hiding behind a guise of respectability.
You Ain't Got No Nothing. You Ain't Got No Nothing. You Ain't Got No Nothing. You Ain't Got No Nothing. . Well You Tried To Honey. But You Were Afraid To.