I stand accused, I have designs on you
I can't reveal what I've a mind to do
I am no angel can't you see
- no wings have I
So what would you want your
man to be,
Tell me
saint or a sinner, a little of each

Catch me before I have to testify
Don't make me give it all away
I didn't want to give the game away
- would you?

Ain't that ever [bad word] 

The mystery's there to keep us hooked
- no need to do it by the book
So where would you want my strength to be,
Tell me
friend or a lover, a little of each

Repeat [bad word] 

I didn't want to give my game
away to you
Don't make me give it all away
Catch me before I'm called upon
to testify
Don't make me give it all away