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Current song lyrics
Don´t you wanna end up with this mister?<br>He is just being nice with his kisses and he<br>Thinks you´re not one of the smart ones<br>Say it darling<br>Doesn´t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey<br><br>From the automatic lover´s store<br>To the first floor of your backroom door<br>From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl<br>In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl<br>From the window of the red lit shop<br>To the hop-hop of the fluid swap<br>To the bang-bang when the wallet´s gone<br>And the run-run when the heat is on<br>From the automatic lover´s store<br>To the first floor of your homeroom door<br>And the cry-cry of your better half<br>To the laugh-laugh at your minuscule staff<br>From the plead-plead when you really want in<br>To the knead-knead ´fore the blanket-spin<br>From the flush-flush of the bed-time art<br>To the raging heart when she doesn´t do her part<br><br>Don´t you wanna end up with this mister?<br>He is just being nice with his kisses and he<br>Thinks you´re not one of the smart ones<br>Say it darling<br>Doesn´t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey<br><br>Out the door-door to the dance-dance hall<br>To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl<br>From the drink-drink until on the floor<br>To the blink-blink of the girl next door<br>To the rock-rock until off the hinge<br>To the luck-luck to complete the binge<br>From the rush-rush when you´re feeling bored<br>To the second floor of your homeroom door<br>To the plead-plead when you really want in<br>And the knead-knead ´fore the blanket-spin<br>From the fug-fug of the bedroom air<br>To the hug-hug of the professional lair<br>To the automatic lover´s store<br>Where it feel-feels much less like a chore<br>To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip<br>To the electric trip of the perfect strip<br><br>Hey you are you oh-oh are you<br>I owe you a go-go are you<br>Nothing but an oh-oh yeah<br>I owe you a kissy baby<br>Hey you are you oh-oh are you<br>I owe you a go-go are you<br>Nothing but an oh-oh yeah<br>I owe you a kissy baby
New song lyrics
Don´t you wanna end up with this mister?<br>He is just being nice with his kisses and he<br>Thinks you´re not one of the smart ones<br>Say it darling<br>Doesn´t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey<br><br>From the automatic lover´s store<br>To the first floor of your backroom door<br>From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl<br>In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl<br>From the window of the red lit shop<br>To the hop-hop of the fluid swap<br>To the bang-bang when the wallet´s gone<br>And the run-run when the heat is on<br>From the automatic lover´s store<br>To the first floor of your homeroom door<br>And the cry-cry of your better half<br>To the laugh-laugh at your minuscule staff<br>From the plead-plead when you really want in<br>To the knead-knead ´fore the blanket-spin<br>From the flush-flush of the bed-time art<br>To the raging heart when she doesn´t do her part<br><br>Don´t you wanna end up with this mister?<br>He is just being nice with his kisses and he<br>Thinks you´re not one of the smart ones<br>Say it darling<br>Doesn´t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey<br><br>Out the door-door to the dance-dance hall<br>To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl<br>From the drink-drink until on the floor<br>To the blink-blink of the girl next door<br>To the rock-rock until off the hinge<br>To the luck-luck to complete the binge<br>From the rush-rush when you´re feeling bored<br>To the second floor of your homeroom door<br>To the plead-plead when you really want in<br>And the knead-knead ´fore the blanket-spin<br>From the fug-fug of the bedroom air<br>To the hug-hug of the professional lair<br>To the automatic lover´s store<br>Where it feel-feels much less like a chore<br>To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip<br>To the electric trip of the perfect strip<br><br>Hey you are you oh-oh are you<br>I owe you a go-go are you<br>Nothing but an oh-oh yeah<br>I owe you a kissy baby<br>Hey you are you oh-oh are you<br>I owe you a go-go are you<br>Nothing but an oh-oh yeah<br>I owe you a kissy baby
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