Oh look at you boy, look at them jeans 
Cutest little buttfull I've ever seen 
I'd like to find you under my tree 
Whatcha tryin' to do to me, huh? 
Hey look at them boots, look at that hat 
You can get in big trouble lookin' like that 
Flirtin' like mad, talkin' that trash 
You could make a good girl go bad real fast 

Chorus: 

Whatcha tryin' to do 
Whatcha tryin' to do 
Whatcha tryin' to do anyhow 
I ain't made of steel but if looks could kill 

Well I'd 've been dead by now 
Tell me whatcha tryin to do to me 

Look at that smile, look at them eyes 
All lit up like Christmas lights 
When you land on my roof tonight 
Well here's what you better be 
Well you'd better be fit, you'd better be prime 
Cause I'm gonna ring your Christmas chime 
When you climb down my chimney 
Do whatcha you know only you can do to me 

Repeat Chorus 

I said ooh, what a thrill but if looks could kill 
Well I'd 've been dead by now 
Tell me whatcha tryin' to do 
Whatcha tryin' to do 
Whatcha tryin' to do to me