| Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
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| Embrace me, you irreplaceable you
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| Baby, just one look at you my heart goes tipsy in me
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| You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me
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| Oh oh oh oh, I love all, oh oh oh oh
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| Those many, oh oh oh oh
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| Charms about you, oh oh oh oh
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| (Above all, I want my arms about you)
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| Ooh! |
| Don’t be a naughty baby
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| Oh, why don’t you come and get your baby, do
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| (Call for an appointment)
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| My sweet embraceable you
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| Never treats me sweet and gentle, the way he should
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| I got it bad and that ain’t good
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| (I got it good and it ain’t bad)
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| My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
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| (What you think mine’s made out of, lasagna?)
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| I got it bad and that ain’t good
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| And when the weekend’s over, baby
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| And Monday rolls around
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| My man and I we gin some
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| Embrace some, and send some
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| Lord up above me, please make him love me
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| Ooh, the way he should (I ain’t gonna change!)
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| I got it bad and that ain’t good |