You handsome -headless- devil

  

All the streets are crammed with things

Eager to be held

I know what hands are for

And I'd like to help myself

You ask me the time

But I sense something more

And I would like to give

What I think you're asking for

You handsome devil

Oh, you handsome devil

Let me get my hands

On your mammary glands

And let me get your head

On the conjugal bed

I say

I crack the whip

And you skip

But you deserve it

You deserve it

There's more to life than books, you know

But not much more

Oh, there's more to life than books, you know

But not much more, not much more

Oh, you handsome devil

The Smiths