S piritual America
P our the coffee stir it up
L et me see the world I w ant.
S trike a Lucky cigarrette
B urst between your bright red lips
And i n come all my t houghts
'Cause a ll I kno w
Is a ll I kno w...
Everybody wants to s ee a n aked g irl
Break a pretty s hell just to f ind a little p earl.
Fly up to the m oon to u nderstand the w orld
Oh the t hings that we will d o
To s ee a naked g irl.
E very little spark I light
T urns into a wild fire
B urning all across my m ind.
The s hadow of a shadow is the sun itself
And e very time I run I'm just somewhere else
But I can't find a difference
The b ack of my mind w hispering-
A ll I kno w is al l I know ...
Everybody wants to s ee a n aked g irl
Break a pretty s hell just to f ind a little p earl
Fly up to the m oon to u nderstand the w orld
Oh the t hings that we will d o
To s ee a naked g irl.
To see a naked g irl
J ust to s ee a naked g ir-hu-rl.
A ll I kno w
Is a ll I kno w
Oh a ll I kno w
Is a ll I kno w
Everybody wants to s ee a n aked g irl
Break a pretty s hell just to f ind a little p earl
Fly up to the m oon to u nderstand the w orld.
Oh the t hings that we will d o
To s ee a naked g irl
Break a pretty s hell just to f ind a little p earl
Fly up to the m oon to u nderstand the w orld
Oh the t hings that we will d o
To s ee a naked g irl
To s ee a naked g irl.