text: Yeah, lets get to the point here
  You love to disappoint me, dont ya?
  You tell me what I want, but aint no follow through
  You dont follow through, no
  But if you only knew me
  The way you know my body, baby
  Then I think maybe we could probably see this through
  We could make it through, but
  Ive been thinking itd be better
  If we didnt know each other
  Then you go and make me feel okay
  Got me thinking itd be better
  If we didnt stay together
  Then you put your hands up on my—
  I know its really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
  Messing with my head, head, head, head, hеad
  We drive each othеr mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
  But baby, thats what makes us good in bed
  Please, come take it out on me, me, me, me, me
  I know its really bad, bad, bad, bad
  But baby, thats what makes us good in bed
  Its bad
  We drive each other mad
  It might be kinda sad
  But I think thats what makes us good in bed
  I dedicate this verse to
  All that good pipe in the moonlight
  In the long nights where we did everything but talk it through
  Thats what we do, yeah
  You always let me down, boy
  But when youre going down, I get so up
  Dont know if I can find someone who do me like you do
  Ive been thinking itd be better
  If we didnt know each other
  Then you go and make me feel okay
  Got me thinking itd be better
  If we didnt stay together
  Then you put your hands up on my waist
  I know its really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
  Messing with my head, head, head, head, head
  We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
  But baby, thats what makes us good in bed
  Please, come take it out on me, me, me, me, me
  I know its really bad, bad, bad, bad
  But baby, thats what makes us good in bed
  Its bad
  We drive each other mad
  It might be kinda sad
  But I think thats what makes us good in bed
  Yeah, we dont know how to talk
  But damn, we know how to fu—
  Hey, whats going on? This is Mark Ronson
  AKA Mark the Spark, AKA Spark Ronson
  AKA DJ Old Davis
  I have a special request
  I would love to hear Buffalo Stance by Neneh Cherry
  And, uh, one more thing
  Dont you get fresh with me
  Mmm
  Woo, yeah
  DJ
  Whos that gigolo on the street
  With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet?
  Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
  And the boys from home, they all came running
  They were making noise, manhandling toys
  Theres the girls on the block with the nasty curls
  Wearing padded bras, sucking beers through straws
  Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
  Gigolo
  Huh, sucka?
  Gigolo, gigolo
  Huh, sucka?
  Gigolo
  But damn, we know how to fu—