| You cook my brain in your favorite pot
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| You fry my eggs till they’re sizzlin’hot
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| You like to give it everything you got
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| And everything’s for free, everything’s for free
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| Make all the girls at the beauty parlor
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| Jump up and down and scream and holler
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| Just like a lapdog on a leash with a collar
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| That’s what you’re makin’me
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| That’s what you make outta me I ain’t no professor, I ain’t got no degree
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| But I sure as hell know how to read
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| The little notes you keep sendin'
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| The bottom line always gets to me What do you mean?
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| Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy
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| Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy
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| You always go where I wanna be goin'
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| You always know what I wanna be knowin'
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| You always do what I wanna be doin'
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| Now ain’t that telepathy, with a capital E.S.P. |