| He said, «Baby, what’s wrong with you?
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| Why don’t you use your imagination
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| Nations go to war over women like you,
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| it’s just a form of appreciation
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| Come on over here, lay your clothes on the chair
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| Now let the lace fall across your shoulder
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| Standing in the half light, you’re almost like her
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| So take it slow like your daddy told you»
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| Strut pout, put it out, that’s what you want from women
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| Come on baby, what’cha taking me for
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| Strut pout, cut it out, all taking and no giving
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| Watch me baby while I walk out the door
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| I said, «Honey, I don’t like this game,
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| you make me feel like a girl for hire
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| All this fascination with leather
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| and lace is just the smoke from another fire»
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| He said, «Honey, don’t stop a speeding train
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| before it reaches its destination
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| Lie down here beside me, oh, have some fun too
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| Don’t turn away from your true vocation»
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| I won’t be your baby doll, be your baby doll
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| I won’t be your baby doll, be your baby doll
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| (Instrumental break)
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| TO FADE |