| Every day I get up and drag myself out of bed
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| While you’re still sleeping on your tummy with your long legs spread
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| Call me a copy cat, dressed, kiss you goodbye
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| I’m like a lion in winter, I don’t want to say goodbye
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| I’m trying to pull on my socks
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| You get me horny and hot, darling
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| That’s why I’m late on the job
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| You’re delicious
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| You’re delicious, babe
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| You’re delicious
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| Just keep on doing what you are doing
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| Doing doing to me
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| Ah, yeah
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| You’re like a cold beer, darling, on a long-hot summer’s day
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| You’re the words I’m planning, a five-part Chekov play
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| You make a rich man poor and a blind man see again, yeah
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| You’re as soft as copper as hard as a diesel train
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| And while I’m driving to work
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| You spill all over my shirt
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| You’re just a wonderful flirt
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| You’re delicious
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| You’re delicious, babe
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| You’re delicious
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| «The Old man» line ain’t gonna
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| Take you from my side
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| I’ve had the new caviar, Fort Wall and pink champagne
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| I’ve seen the Mona Lisa, drank the wine in France and Spain
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| I’ve smelled the rose of Finland, tulips of Amsterdam
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| I’ve heard the crew line coal train, the bells of Notre Dame
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| But you know what, honey
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| You fill me up with desire
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| You’ve set my soul aflying
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| Lifted me down to the wire
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| You’re delicious
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| You’re delicious, babe
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| You’re delicious
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| Gimme one time
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| You’re delicious
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| You’re delicious, babe
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| You’re delicious
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| Please, bass guitar
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| You’re delicious
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| You’re delicious, babe
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| You’re delicious |