Why don't you get up...get up next to me?
Why don't you get up...really get up next to me?
Well, you get up close enough to me, baby, you won't like what you see.
Why don't you hang-around...hang around me?
Come on, hang out, honey - hang it out with me,
Well, sooner or later you'd be sick of me, baby - sick of me, I guarantee.
Filled up with gas, lights might glow,
Wind me up, but I never ever go,
No, no, no,
I only got one gear, and that's reverse, baby,
I'm in the fast lane, moving slow, slow,
Oh yeah.
You can break me, you can shake me,
You won't change me - that I know,
Well, you can break it, you can break it, you can break it, you can shake it,
You won't change me - that I know,
I'm only one bad apple, I've spoiled a whole bunch,
I'm rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten to the core, core, core, core, core, core, core, core, core, yeah.
Oh, looking, baby, you ain't gonna find what you're looking for,
Keep on looking, looking, looking, looking,
Ain't gonna find what you're looking for,
Some kind of perfect man that you can worship, child; he ain't on this earth no more,
no more, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, give it up,
Forget it, babe, it wouldn't work now,
Oh, give it up, give it up, up, up,
Forget it, baby, it wouldn't work,
Well, you're looking for a perfect boy or girl; well, forget it, babe, we're all jerks.
