Hot summer night fell like a net I got to find my baby yet I need you to soothe my head Turn my blue heart to red Doctor, Doctor give me news I gotta bad case of loving you No pill's gonna cure my ill I gotta bad case of living you Pretty face don't make a pretty heart I learned that, buddy, from the start You think I'm cute, a little bit shy Mama, I ain't that kind of guy I know you like it, you like it on top Now tell me, Mama, are you gonna stop You had me down twenty-one to zip A smile of Judas on your lip Shake my fist, pound on wood I got it bad and I got it good