Record Shop Lyrics

Tell me what you're doing on Friday night
I was kinda hoping that you'd say, "eight o'clock's just fine"
Seems to me you're playing hard to get
I played it cool kid once myself
And it's my own regret

I see the way you move
When you think I'm near
I want it just the same as you
So bring it over here
And I love the way you act all shy
Making out, you and me
Kissing in your bedroom
Is the last thing on your mind

Baby, are you all alone tonight?
I could come around and eat you up
Have you got some wine to wash you down with?
Maybe you're the kind that likes to hear girls beg
Well, I'm begging you, I'm begging you
Please, please, oh, please, oh, please

All the girls wanna hang with you
I read it in the musical express
How could you be so cruel?
I had held your records to my breast
I had worn your face across my chest

Baby, are you all alone tonight?
I could come around and eat you up
Have you got some wine to wash you down with?
Maybe you're the kind that likes to hear girls beg
Well, I'm begging you, I'm begging you
Please, please, oh, please, oh, please

I'm crying all the time
I need some good advice
Sometimes I call you midnight
And deeply down the line
I whisper sweet obscenities
Tell me how it feels
I'll call you up again tonight
Just to interrupt your meal

Oh, I just can't stop
You know I tried so hard but I'm not a rock
So you can call the doctors, call the cops
Yeah then stroll on down to the record shop, come on

Baby, are you all alone tonight?
I could come around and eat you up
Better have some wine to wash you down with
Lately I'm the girl that likes to hear guys beg
And you're begging me, you're begging me
Please, please, oh, please, oh, please