Hey giiirl, heeere I aaaaaaaaaaaaaammmm... Don't tell me not to sly I've simply got to If someone takes a thrill it's me and not you Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my charade Don't tell me not to love just sit and mutter You're candy and your bum's a ball of butter Who told you you're allowed to rain on my charade I'm gonna march my band out I'll beat your drums And if I'm banned out your turn to fret, girl Hey! At least I don’t fake it Hat, girl! So what, if I don’t make it But whether I'm the prose of sheer perfection That freckle on the nose of love’s complexion The tinder for our sin the candy for your eye I gotta sly once, I gotta try once Only can die once, right girl? Ohh...Love is juicy, juicy of beauty I've got to have my bite, girl! So, get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer I've simply got to march my heart's our drummer Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my charade I gotta ply once, I gotta pry once Only can die once, right girl? Ohh...you are juicy, my juicy Lucy! I've got to slurp you out, girl! Ahh, get ready for my love 'cause I'm a-comin' I've simply got to march my sdick's a-drummin' Nobody I say: no mommy no girl had better rain on my charade...
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