I'm tired of just dreaming about   The way you'd make me feel   Can't we try to work this out   And start to make it real?      You're always sayin' how you like my style   You're leadin' me along   I can't tell you how I feel,   So I'm singing you this song      I know   In the morning it's not my face you see   I know   That someday soon that face will be me      Whoa-oh   It seems to me like you might be a   Ho   So try to prove me wrong      Now come on, don't get me wrong   I like you lying in my bed   And I can't stop thinking about   How you're messing with my head      I still remember   Just the way you taste   I can tell that you know it's wrong   From the look upon your face      I know   In the morning it's not my face you see   I know   That someday soon that face will be me      Whoa-oh   It seems to me like you might be a   Ho   So try to prove me wrong      I'm tired of just dreaming about   The way you'd make me feel   Can't we try to work this out   And start to make it real?      You're always sayin' how you like my style   You're leadin' me along   I can't tell you how I feel,   So I'm singing you this song      I know   In the morning it's not my face you see   I know   That someday soon that face will be me      Whoa-oh   It seems to me like you might be a   Ho   So try to prove me wrong