text: At the spring water on the west end
  Sippin on somethin and I saw you strummin
  Through the lust and the lovers, we locked eyes
  Up on stage youre so fun
  Was it the way you were lookin at me?
  Or the scar on your pretty face?
  Maybe your tight black jeans, boy, I want a taste
  Boy, I want a taste, oh
  If you really wanna know what got me hot
  Whats said, lets go, I dont wanna stop
  It was your 
  Let me put it into words what got me off
  Made me into a freak, what I really want
  It was your 
  Microphone, boy
  It was your microphone 
  Microphone, boy
  It was your microphone 
  Youre in the back of your Gibson, all pretty and grey
  Put those fingers on me, I want it all the way
  You sing about lovers youve had before
  Tonight Ill be the one youll be singing for
  Im really tickled tonight, I like the way that Im seein you
  Yeah, youre in my bed
  I wanna see you naked, oh
  If you really wanna know what got me hot
  Whats said, lets go, I dont wanna stop
  It was your 
  Let me put it into words what got me off
  Made me into a freak, what I really want
  It was your 
  Microphone, boy
  It was your microphone 
  Microphone, boy
  It was your microphone 
  Microphone, microphone
  Microphone, microphone
  Microphone, boy, it was your microphone
  Microphone, boy, it was your microphone
  Was it the way you were lookin at me?
  Or the scar on your pretty face?
  Maybe your tight black jeans, boy, I want a taste
  Boy, I want a taste, oh
  If you really wanna know what got me hot
  Well sail, lets go, I dont wanna stop
  It was your 
  Let me put it into words what got me off
  Made me into a freak, what I really want
  It was your 
  Microphone, boy
  It was your microphone 
  Microphone, boy
  It was your microphone