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