| That happy updraft that wafts me hither
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| Spurned by man nor beast
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| It draws my love a-bubblin' in there
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| Into that hot pool of Womanneed
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| Hell, like the rud of two sticks wooden
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| This Womanneed is old as fire
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| The burning lure of that kissy puddings
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| The ancient curse of mankind’s desire
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| Oh Womanneed
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| I got the faith
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| Oh, the power that flows so sweet
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| From the tower of salvation
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| To that hot pool of Womanneed
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| As Jacob said to I-Isaiah
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| In them biblin days of yore
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| Man that babe is a tomato
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| Oh my Lord, I’m longing for
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| Oh Womanneed
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| I got the faith
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| Oh, the power that flows so sweet
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| From the tower of salvation
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| To that hot pool of Womanneed
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| Like the funnel of the tornado
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| Like the whirlpool of stromy seas
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| My head spins to the serenade of
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| That wanton Womanneed
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| Oh Womanneed
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| I got the faith
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| Oh, the power that flows so sweet
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| From the tower of salvation
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| To that hot pool of Womanneed
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| Oh Womanneed
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| I got the faith
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| Oh, the power that flows so sweet
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| From the tower of salvation
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| To that hot pool of Womanneed
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| Need, need, need, need, need
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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| To that hot pool of Womanneed |