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You cook my brain in your favorite pot |
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You fry my eggs till they're sizzlin' hot |
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You like to give it everything you got |
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And everything's for free, everything's for free |
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Make all the girls at the beauty parlor |
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Jump up and down and scream and holler |
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Just like a lapdog on a leash with a collar |
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That's what you're makin' me |
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That's what you make outta me |
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I ain't no professor, I ain't got no degree |
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But I sure as hell know how to read |
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The little notes you keep sendin' |
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The bottom line always gets to me |
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What do you mean? |
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Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy |
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Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy |
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You always go where I wanna be goin' |
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You always know what I wanna be knowin' |
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You always do what I wanna be doin' |
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Now ain't that telepathy, with a capital E.S.P.? |
