Good girls go to heaven bad girls go to hell The rest of them get rich And do just what they feel
Well rich boys live in houses And poor boys live in sin The rest of them get married And are never seen again
Well let me tell a story explain the shape I'm in The girl I had last night had never tasted sin So I took her to my hotel where I tried to get my way She said "Wait a minute, Bret, there's something I must say"
She said If you want to talk that's fine with me But if you want more you'd better let me be
[Chorus] Cause you can look but you can't touch Cause the best things in life ain't cheap You can look but you can't touch Cause baby I ain't for keeps
Well maybe I'm a bad boy OK, so I've been around the block But I am good at one thing And believe me it ain't talk
She says you must be kidding I've heard this all before Other girls might buy it But I don't, that's for sure
Now wait a minute baby I don't want you to go She said "Don't get no closer The answer still is no"
So I wined her, dined her, fancy talked Acted cool and smooth Got my hands around her shoulder Two inches from the move
Well I guess I'm about as close as I could be So I finally made my move, she just said to me
Let me show you something Mmm, let me set the pace Slid my hand up her leg As she slapped me across my face
Can't blame a man for tryin' Wantin' action ain't a crime I didn't plan on spending money Just to get a piece of mind