You’ve got a pocket full of bills, yay
Just like Franky on the stairs
You love riding on his face, yay
Slide him back for some kiss

Man, I miss you something terrible
Mmh, I miss you something fierce
And it’s done you go down, now
Mmh, I miss you when you’re here

You only call me when you need something
When you need something, need something

You only call me when you need something
When you need something, need something

You only call me when your well runs dry
And now you wonder why I let it ring-ring-ring

Cut the paper towels in half
Double whammy, fake tits
Hunting down a cover pose
The truth is in the contact sheets

Then, I miss you something terrible
I miss you something fierce
I know none of this matters now
Mmh, I miss you when you’re here