Let's go

Good girls go to Heaven, bad girls go to Hell
Rest of them get rich and do just what they feel
Well, rich boys live in houses and poor boys live in sin
Rest of them get married and they're never seen again

Well, let me tell my story, explain the shape I'm in
The girl I had last night had never tasted sin
So I took her to my hotel, well, I tried to get my way
She said "Wait a minute Bret, there's something I must say," she said

"If you wanna talk, that's fine with me
But if you want more, you'd better let me be

'Cause you can look, but you can't touch
'Cause the best things in life ain't cheap, no
You can look but you can't touch
'Cause, baby, I ain't for keeps"

Well, maybe I'm a bad boy, okay, so I've been around the block
But I am good at one thing, and believe me, it ain't talk
She said, "You must be kidding, I've heard this all before
Other girls might buy it, but I don't, that's for sure"

Now wait a minute, baby, I don't want you to go
She said, "Don't get no closer, the answer still is no"
So I wined her, dined her, fancy talked, acted cool and smooth
Got my hands around her shoulder, two inches from the move

Well, I guess I'm 'bout as close as I could be
So when I finally made my move, she just said to me

"You can look, but you can't touch
'Cause the best things in life ain't cheap, no
You can look but you can't touch
'Cause, baby, I ain't for keeps"

Whoa now, let me show you somethin', oh, let me set the pace
Slid my hand up her leg and she slapped me 'cross my face
Can't blame a man for tryin', wantin' action ain't a crime
I didn't plan on spending money just to get my peace of mind

So I started really thinkin' and I got myself a plan
I opened up a cold beer and I handed her the can
She drank it down real fast until she nearly choked
Jumped up on my bed, tore off all her clothes and said

"Look but you can't touch
'Cause the best things in life ain't cheap, no
You can look, but you can't touch
'Cause, baby, I ain't for keeps"

You can look (look), but don't touch, no
You can look (look), but don't touch, no
You can look (look), but don't touch, no
You can look, look, yow-ow-ow

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bobby Dall, Bret Michaels, Bruce Anthony Johannesson, Rikki Rockett