| She’s got a body that will blow your mind, like a chrome plated gun in your eyes
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| I try and tell her but I’m misunderstood, you’re giving me wood
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| She’s got honey glaze apple skin, like a butterfly in the wind
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| I want to tell her when she’d in the mood, your giving me wood
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| You’re giving me wood, I really hope you’re in the mood
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| And if it gets any hotter, I’m gonna need some cold water
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| Wood, wood, wood, wood
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| She wants to play with it everyday, like a flower poking through the haze
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| she says she does it cause it feels so good, she’s giving me wood
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| You’re giving me wood, I really hope you’re in the mood
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| And if it gets any hotter, I’m gonna need some cold water,
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| You’re giving me wood, oh baby tell me what to do,
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| and if it gets any harder, you’re gonna have to call a doctor
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| Wood, wood, wood, wood
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| You’re giving me wood, I really hope you’re in the mood
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| And if it gets any hotter I’m gonna need some cold water,
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| You’re giving me wood, oh baby tell me what to do,
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| and if it gets any harder, you’re gonna have to call a doctor
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| Wood, wood, wood, wood |