You feel like the day before I was born
So clean and so green that I crash my own scene
You peel off - the way is more, i mean morn
Lo, dreams are my mien ain't I brash to so mean?
Dee, dum - I'll never chop your name down to
One that precedes a TV diner
No TV dinner for your tummy 'coz I'll
be reading all the finer
Points of haute cuisine from my big fat cookbook
Practicin' with pillow mannequins and bras the best way to unhook
Look, you brazen hussy, you know that I ain't fussy
You know you're like a novel off the page
And if you let me stagger out of your place with my hair all mussy
I will strip my passion of all rage
You will be my lady, I your lord
I never seem to want to cut your chord
Or you will lord my lady, I your lord
I want to sing with you an open chord
I want to sing with you in open chord
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