It's a little bit of this and a little bit of that
Oh girl I love it when you just wear your hat
And your hair drapes down
Down to your tips
I'm drinking too fast
Now I'm only taking sips
I'm sipping from the flask
She continues the task
Of turning me on to her groove
She danced the plies
To Purple Haze
In the privacy of our own room
I need a little more if I'm gonna make it through
Sometimes you get what you need
Sometimes you get what you need
It's a pie-eyed poet's plea
I'm out of focus and I start to stare
And then she puts her leg up on the chair
It's a fault-line tremor and I'm starting to shake
Feel like a one-eyed rattlesnake
And I'm down on my knees, baby please
Sometimes you get what you need
Sometimes you get what you need
It's a pie-eyed poet's plea
Every three or four days, maybe two
I get that look and she knows just what to do
She pours me a silver, grabs her velvet cape
And then she lowers the lights and draws the drapes
I'm down on my knees, baby please