I wonder where you are tonight
  you're probably on the rampage somewhere
  you have been known to take delight
  in gettin' in somebody's hair
  and you always had the knack
  fade to black
  
  I bet you already made a pass
  I see a darkened room somewhere
  you run your finger round the rim of his glass
  run your fingers through his hair
  they scratch across his back
  fade to black
  
  well maybe it's all for the best
  but I wish I'd never been lassooed
  maybe it's some kind of test
  I wish I'd never been tattooed
  or been to hell and back
  fade to black