No need to whine, boy Like a windup toy You stutter at my feet
And its never the time, boy Youve had too much wine to Stumble up my street
Well its isnt a problem Nothing we can not keep between the sheets Tell me you are mine, love And I wi will not wait for other bedtime treats
Is it something you lack When imflat on my back Is it something that i can do for you? Its always something you hate Or its something you ate Tell me is it the way that I touch you? Have you found a new mate And is she really great Is it just that Immuch too much for you?
Whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh
Dont feed me a line, boy I can hear that voice you use upon the phone And there is no need to be coy That is something you can do upon your own Well it isnt a problem Nothing we can not solve so just relax Am I on the wrong train love And wi will I have to tie you to the tracks
Is it something you lack When imflat on my back Is it something that i can do for you? Its always something you hate Or its something you ate Tell me is it the way that I touch you? Have you found a new mate Snd is she really great Is it just that immuch too much for you?
Uh-uh-oh-whoa-oh-ah
I really want you to whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-ah I really want you to whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-ahhhh
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