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Don’t Tell Me Where You’ve Been (Just Show Me What You Know)

by Bob Malone
From “Bob Malone” (1998)

Well the way my baby loves me
Is just so frightening to see
Man, I just don’t want to know where she learned such
Unusual technique
And one time she started to explain
Before she started tearin off my clothes
But I said: don’t tell me where you’ve been, just show me what you know…

I have been around some
I thought I knew how to operate
But she makes me feel like a schoolboy
Who’s getting lucky on his first date
Now we’ve done things in the bedroom
That are illegal nearly every place you go
So: don’t tell me where you’ve been, just show me what you know…

Bridge I:
She don’t want me to bring no flowers
She don’t want no diamond ring
She just wants to tie me up
And turn me inside out again

Well she comes on like a hurricane
She knocks me flat out on my back
I’m gettin too much stimulation
She’s like a walkin aphrodisiac
And as I try to recover from another erotic overload
Well I say: don’t tell me where you’ve been just show me what you know…

Bridge II:
She don’t want me to bring no flowers
She don’t want no jewels
She just wants to dim the lights
And fire up the power tools

Well the way my baby loves me
Is just so frightening to see
Man, I just don’t want to know where she learned such
Unusual technique
And one time she started to explain
Before she started tearin off my clothes
But I said: don’t tell me where you’ve been, just show me what you know…

© 1998 Born Too Late Music (SESAC)