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I wanna lick your stamps |
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I wanna squeeze your fruit |
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I wanna copy your keys |
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I wanna polish your skis |
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I wanna dryclean your suit |
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I long to renew your passport |
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I wanna walk your collie |
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Get you Nova Scotia salmon |
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you can put on your bialy |
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'Cause baby when it comes to you |
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there's nothing I wouldn't do |
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..I wouldn't do |
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I wanna wash you car |
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I wanna scramble your eggs |
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Your salad I will toss |
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Of course, I'll help you floss |
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Rub Tiger balm on your legs |
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Oh baby, 'cause in your love |
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I am enveloped |
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Gonna mosey down to Fotomat |
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and get your film developed |
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'Cause baby when it comes to you, |
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there's nothing I wouldn't do |
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Oh-oh-oooh |
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Some show their love |
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by writing a letter |
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Some stumble over mountain and sea |
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But does that show my love one more iota |
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than making sure your soda's caffeine-free? |
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I long to fold your socks |
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I'll organize your closet |
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and baby sweet, if you like |
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I'll buy blue bags and recycle |
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all your bottles for deposit |
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I long to do all your taxes |
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I'll make a quesadilla |
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I'll rent a van for two |
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and then I'll drive you to Ikea |
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'Cause baby when it come to you |
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There's nothing I wouldn't do |
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Oooohh.. |
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Everyone does that whole diamond ring thing |
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What's more passe than a rose |
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What glued my heart indeed |
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more than going to Duane Reade |
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and buying aloe vera Kleenex for your nose |
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I long to Woolite your fine washables |
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I wanna roll your quarters ooh |
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My dear, whatever you crave now |
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You know I'm your slave now |
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I'm just waiting for my order |
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I'm gonna go with you to yoga |
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I'll buy some shorts for biking |
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I'll break up every bunch |
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so each banana's to your liking |
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And baby when it comes to you, |
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To show you that my love is true |
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Baby, when it comes to you |
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There's nothing I wouldn't do |
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There's nothing I wouldn't do |
