| Treat me lean and wirey,
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| Treat me hot and fiery,
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| Tell me you desire me,
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| I got a message for you.
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| Treat me flat and blubbery,
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| Treat me lean and rubbery,
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| Let’s go to the shrubbery,
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| I got a message for you.
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| (I got a message for you.)
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| If I was a hairless spinster,
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| Covered in festering boils,
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| Would you still make love to me,
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| Or would you recoil?
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| Dip me in the custard,
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| Cover me with mustard,
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| As long as we are clustered,
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| It’s alright; |
| I’ve got a message for you.
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| (I got a message for you.)
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| Though I’m not a piece of veal,
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| Or a piece of ham,
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| Can’t you get your teeth in me,
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| Just the way I am?
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| Roll me in the greenary,
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| Point me at the scenary,
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| Exploit me in the denary,
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| It’s alright; |
| I’ve got a message for you.
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| Treat me soft and feathery,
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| Treat me hard and leathery,
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| Oh what lovely weathery,
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| Oh ha ha.
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| (I got a message for you.)
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| (I got a message for you.)
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| (I got a message for you.) |